Poem March 20, 2017 ISSUE

Rise!

Brian Kissock
Flower
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“Rise, take up your bed!”
the Master said.*
An imperative command,
yet uttered
with such love.
Suddenly the man saw
his God-endowed
spirituality, freedom—
the thirty-eight years
of palsied hypnotism
forgotten,
vanquished
in realization of
his immortality. 

—Brian Kissock

*See John 5:8

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