Trees walking

I was reminded of the two stage healing of the blind man today (thank you, Steve).  Sometimes insight comes in stages.  Sometimes we stop at stage one and decide it*s not worth it.  I returned to the halfway house yesterday and found two men who made it through the halfway house program, dropped out of the three-quarter house and were back on the streets using and selling.  I was sure they*d make it.  I*m learning.  I*d prefer not to learn this.  Sometimes when we see trees walking we think that*s all there is, and find it easier to return to life pre-healing. something with which we are familiar.

For as many as Jesus healed all the way,

All at once,
What about the man

Who saw trees walking,

Then had to choose healing number two?

What about all the people Jesus did not heal?

The crowds and crowds and crowds,

The men who left the halfway house

Poised on full life,

Who have gone back

To the beginning again?

What about them

Back to drink and heroin

Back to sales on the streets?

What about their mothers

Who weep?

What about those who are back

To square one

Or minus one?

What about the people

Jesus healed half way

Then it was back to square one

Or minus one?

Who tried to make it

Three-quarters and slid

To square one

Or minus one?

What about those who only saw trees walking

And decided to quit?

What about those who have to decide

To start all over again

Or decide they will never make it?

What about all those

Jesus waits for

At square minus two?