Poem August 13, 1990 Issue

Insight at Bethesda

John 5:1-9

Kathryn M. Barnes

Have you ever felt like
the man by the pool of Bethesda?
Powerless, twiddling away the day,
anticipating the out-of-reach?
I have.

My completeness—
purpose, joy, health—
felt bound to something,
someone, somewhere "out there."
I was waiting for the mysterious
"moving of the water"
to make me whole.

But nothing happened.

Then the Christ
quietly invited,
"Wilt thou be made whole?"

And I was up!
bathing in the healing
realization of my
now-wholeness.

And ever since,
I've been so occupied waiting on
God—serving, not stalling any longer—
that I have nothing to wait for.

Kathryn M. Barnes

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