And the whole city was gathered around the door. – Mark 1:33
The city is outside my door, Jesus,
but they are not calling to come in.
They have not come en masse to seek a healer
or a prophet who could liberate their souls.
Oh, one or two, perhaps. From time to time.
If they found solace, they have kept the secret well.
There is enough, in truth, to drive a lesser one
like me to seek the solitude you sought
When morning had not wakened those
whose needs had not been satisfied.
I’m not sure how I’d handle all those people
seeking what I know to be beyond my power
And so confess with sadness that I’m glad
I lack the power, and the crowds stay home.
A poem/prayer based on Mark 1:29-39, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year B, Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany.
The image is Healing Peter’s Mother-in-law, from a 13th century manuscript from the Athos monasteries by an unknown author – http://shop.liturgie.de/, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5187185.