The following poem was written
during the height of the pandemic,
in April of 2020...
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NEEDING A MIRACLE,
LIKE JAIRUS
Another one—
My brother called a few minutes ago
to tell me his friend died
of the Coronavirus
This pandemic is unrelenting
Thousands have died here in New Jersey
as many as in a small country—
Too many deaths
even for the funeral homes
to handle
My prayer list is long
and keeps getting longer
I cross off names
and add some
I’ve been reading about Jairus
the synagogue official
who fell at Jesus’ feet
begging Him to come
heal his dying daughter
so Jesus went
and as they walked
crowds pressed against them
In the midst of the commotion
a woman touched the fringe
of Jesus’ cloak
and He felt power
go out from Him
At that moment she knew
she was healed
The woman told Him
she’d been hemorrhaging
for twelve years
They continued on their way
and someone stopped Jairus
to say his daughter had died
Jesus told him not to fear
but believe
so on they went
When they arrived
there was mournful weeping
and bitter wailing
but Jesus told them
the girl was sleeping
They responded
by laughing in His face
Jesus went inside the house
took the little girl’s hand
in His, and said
Arise!
At His word
her eyes opened
breath returned to her
and she got up and walked
Now I pause to imagine
if Jesus were here today
in the midst of this virus
how multitudes would
seek Him, how they would
flock around Him
and press against Him
wrenching His cloak
tugging at His arms
pulling Him
this way, that way
beseeching and imploring
Come with me,
Jesus…
Oh! come with me,
Jesus…
Come with me!…me!…
me!…me!…me!
Oh! Sometimes we desperately
need a miracle
…like Jairus
and always, we definitely need
…Jesus
Maude Carolan Pych
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