Mark 7:31-37 Poem

I woke up and saw the sunlight,
Coming through the roofing tiles bright,
But no sound pierced my ears.

Poor and unwanted as I was,
Found in the refuse of a city dump,
Now a slave who cared for pigs.

I watched the door shake excitedly,
As the crazy man opened it violently,
All this silently perceived.

I could not speak or say a word,
Although I’m sure a squawk was heard,
As the wild man startled me.

He took my hand and tugged me forward,
Hurrying me out of the door,
My heart clung inside my throat.

This violent man who had broken chains,
Would he bury me in a shallow grave,
With him I was completely alone.

I looked at my captor and saw him changed,
He was still unkempt but with shining face,
His grip was strong but not unkind.

We came around a sudden bend,
He gestured excitedly and grinned,
At a group walking down the road.

There was a man a little less wild,
In the middle of the group who smiled,
He walked to me as though I was expected.

He greeted me and touched my arm,
I shied away, his kindness alarmed,
I was unused to being seen.

He caught my hand and touched my chin,
Until I raised my eyes to him,
He moved his hand up to my ear.

I heard him say, “Be opened.”