Seán Walsh: Witnessed
Witnessed
Two Voices… witnessing…
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Bell! The bell! Why doesn’t he – ?
Or call out – Leper! Leper!
‘Coming towards us even as we –
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Then back, people! Back!..
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Oh, what is he at?
In danger of stoning if he comes any –
And still stumbles on… intent.
On what?
Could it be… the rabbi from Galilee?
Oh?.. Oh, yes!.. desperate.
All of us backing off –
Except the Nazarene…
He has turned… waits.
‘Smiles by Heaven! Smiles!
As the leper kneels to him,
hands and face set in pleading –
Oh, no! The rabbi is reaching out –
Don’t touch! Don’t touch!
Too late! He has placed a hand on…
The leper touching his face
looking at his hands –
Cured? Could he be?..
Indeed and indeed! Firm, healthy flesh –
No sores now, scabs, withered tissue…
Arms and limbs renewed.
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And of a sudden! In an instant!..
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Standing now… talking.
If only we could tell what they are – ?
No… Nor will we ever – unless…
What?
He calls out aloud:
“ I was a leper – now I am clean!”
Upright now… standing tall.
A backward glance at his life-giver –
and he is on his way: exultant,
dancing betimes, laughing outright…
People stopping to stare… wonder.
“He told me… not to… Sure how can I not?..”
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On barren earth… rags ruffled
by a gentle breeze…
To one side… a bell.
Seán Walsh
