The Healing Spring
A body ravished by disease
Lay lifeless on the ground,
Sprawled beside the healing spring
That it never found.
A man that had but lift his hand
And dip within the spring,
Didn’t move or turn his head
Or even do a thing.
He cried and wallowed for relief,
But no one heard the sound.
So he lay without a prayer
On the unforgiving ground.
“Why not move and save yourself?”
A voice seemed to say.
“I have faith; I’ll be healed,
But not in such a way.
I need but pray.” He replied
From the spot of ground
Where now his lifeless body lay
By the spring he never found.
Jack Shirley