Well, I had lost my memory stick, and it had all the poems I had done so far, so I was left a bit in the lurch. But someone found it! And so, though very late, here is day six.
It's about the dudes who lower their cripple friend though the roof down to Jesus. Go read it, then you'll understand.
Day 6 (Luke 5:1-39)
His friends feel none are more deserving than him
Through the rooftop they lower the stretcher in
A corner slips with a gasp, jolted back, and awkward laugh
Sends another nail into the palsied patient’s heart.
It matches, blow for blow, condemning fear
Bestowed on him that groggy misty morn.
When woken by the clumsy lifting of his stretcher
And “Jesus of Nazareth has come to town.”
Rumoured saint, Elijah, John or Messiah
Healing the sick in every town, says Hebeniah
But Hebeniah is an upright man, unlike him
His friends dare not know where his thoughts have been.
The infirm trembles inside, like a chill
Passing over; his descent takes an eternity
And he cannot look, but cannot look away
But stares as he goes, at the placid face of sanctity
Settling in the dust the blood drains from his skin
For he feels none are less worthy than him.
And the teacher gazes on legs lame with sin
Says to me “your sins are forgiven.”