Now That You Are Healed

Now that you are healed,

Don’t see in every face

The bandit who beat you

Took what you had

And left you for dead.

And don’t waste time

Counting eyes that stared, 

Then turned away,

Feet that walked on by.

Instead, study the face

Of the One who found you,

Bound your wounds,

Carried you to the inn,

And paid your bill.

And on your next trip to Jericho,

Look for the injured,

Lying by the road,

Crying for help.

By Carol