Compassion Kicks In

The tears come as a surprise

separated by miles and hours from their source.

Atrophied abilities multiplied divide and conquer

leaving the proverbial capable one

confused, frustrated, desolate.

Roiled emotions have their moment

settled only by prayers seeking release

for one held captive by infirmity.

Moist eyes reappear on a sultry morning

having taken in a sight confirming

skilled hands have been stilled.

Meticulous care measured out by the hour

becomes a cherished memory;

the owner’s touch gives way to another’s labor.

Powerless to reverse decline’s momentum,

prayers rise for peaceful travels on the road ahead.

We need not imagine tears in the Lord’s eyes

as he set sail to grieve his cousin’s death.

With little time to dry them, new tears emerged:

He looked to shore and saw the gathering crowds.

It wasn’t the first time; it would not be the last

when compassion kicked in as motivation

to heal the broken and feed soul and body.

We pray for his touch to be felt by those we know and those we don’t.

(Matthew 14. 9-21)

(c) 2021 James E. Thyren