In Jerusalem
by the Sheep Gate; see, a pool
with five porticoes.
Beth-Zatha by name.
There the invalids gather,
waiting for a sign.
When the angel stirs
the water, the race begins;
to claim the healing.
This man cannot walk;
he will never enter first.
He lies there, hoping.
It was a Sabbath
when Jesus came to that place;
breaking all the rules.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
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