With his opening line
the distraught father, one Jairus by name,
grabs the teacher’s attention.
Finishing the sentence,
he claims his sympathy:
“My little daughter
is at the point of death.”
Jairus and his nameless wife
are distraught at the prospect
of losing their beloved child;
they will not lightly let her go.
Tears and wailing are not enough
to bind her to them, nor the embrace
of their arms, nor even their love,
to tether to earth her soul.
The well-respected leader of the synagogue
does not hesitate to sacrifice his dignity
upon hope’s altar.
Begging on his knees, he risks
offending his colleagues
as he pleads for help
from the alleged blasphemer.
Perhaps the unnamed girl
was particularly diminutive,
or else her father used the adjective
to indicate his affection.
By her given age the girl
was no more than a year, or thereabouts,
short of that which might have seen
her betrothal.
At twelve years old,
her parents know well,
that the time is not far away
from the good letting-go. For now
they will brave the derision
and take their chances
with the teacher.
© Ken Rookes 2012
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