Faith Healer

"Oh watch these hands
creating miracles,I swear,
I shall make the dumb speak
and the deaf hear!!"

His eyes contorted,his hands trembled,
his legs quivered,his assistants stared,
and Jose the Healer mumbled,
at the unknown peasant afore him chaired.

"I can see!" the peasant girl cried,
"I cannot believe it to be true!"
"oh!Miraculous healer,Jose, there is
No greater Power than you"

Jose,eyes shut,flat on the floor,
his helpers claimed the Healer was maimed,
momentarily as he had used power more
than ever before,and was carried away,
after another gate collection was claimed.

The Caravan of Hope took wind,
and outside the city gates sailed,
picked up Maria,healed of her pretenses,
whose peasant act never failed.

They rejoiced in an unknown town,
where the Faith Healer had not shown
his divine powers to heal and cure,
to them his 'holiness' was unknown.


Jose woke early at voices raised
outside his trailer,loud,
and he saw scores of villagers gathered
as a boisterous demanding crowd.

Fortunately,not a lynch mob,he thought,
they had yet collected for a deeper cause,
a young wife carried an infant son,
whose life had threatened to pause.

His cronies shuddered for they realized,
the crowd would not take..
failure on the Healer's part kindly,
and a massacre awaits the Fake.

Jose,cleverer than thou,declared,
for the infant's life he cared,
yet as he sacrificed his own senses to wake,
to give life to another..his own he'd have to take.

As the crowd grew they decreed,
the Healer come off his perch,
and take the boy and give him life,
calling on his healing touch.

Taking the boy into his shaking hands,
for once not making demands,
Jose looked at the Sky..tears fell
as he mellowed his commands.


Jose then raved and ranted but to no avail,
he knew no power could heal,
what He hath decided in his wisdom,
could not be tampered by human zeal.

As the onlookers grew impatient,
he knew before him lay,
his death and that of his followers,
for once Jose began to pray.

As the infant screamed,his mother grabbed
the boy, for Jose fell behind..
and the followers swore the Healer,
had saved a life,mercy,Oh Jose the Kind.

They were shocked for their master
had delivered them from death,they gasped,
unknowing how he had averted disaster,
surely some power was in his grasp!

As the crowd graciously cleared,
they gathered around Jose the Fake,
but no matter how hard they tried or cried,
Jose was cold - he would not wake.