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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