I remembered this poem I wrote in my journal earlier this year and thought I’d post it. I wrote it in response the Jesus’ words that are found in Matthew 9:13 in the Bible. I thought of it again today because I was meditating on an account of the same story in Mark 2:17.

A More Deadly Disease

Have you no time for me?

Not that I need you

I know all I need to do

to keep me safe from disease

Have you no time for me?

Not that I need you

But I’m offended by the time

You give the least of these

Have you no time for me?

Not that I need you

Still I wonder if a more

deadly disease has entered me