He felt gross.
Skin crawling.
Body bawling.
Face morose.
Jittery and tired.
Grabbing the soap.
Hot water to grope.
Surroundings expired.
Focus, laser-like.
Smiling for a moment.
Scalding water drops, potent.
Handwashing was ripe.
He could control,
the germs which were present.
They were like a peasant,
on society, taking a toll.
Suddenly, he sneezed into his hand.
Sighing and grimacing,
the germs peered, menacing.
Washing again, as this was unplanned.
Feeling unsettled,
the doorbell rang,
dishcloth, quickly to hang.
Wondering, who at the door meddled.
An honest salesman stood at the door.
Wanting only to give a word,
he said something quite absurd.
To him, he said he could “restore.”
“Restore what?” He asked hurriedly.
“Be clean eternally,
and arise to your dignity,
and no more living worriedly!”
Without another phrase,
the noble salesman shook his hand,
and was ready to leave and disband.
Man’s eyes flickered, like a zig-zag maze.
He didn’t have the urge to wash again,
simple shake and word, just like that,
in a happy haze he sat,
healed obsession, he shouted, “Amen!”
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (1)
Hebrews 13:2 reminds us that there are angels among us. And we are also His hands and feet. Nicely written. Would love to read a follow up to this …