It is flowing;
I don't know where
Coursing this way,
then that
It is pulsing
I can feel it
if I am still,
yielding, silent
In its returning
I am free
without will
without intention
She walks unprotected
in remote areas
I see her form
without recognition
(this is loss)
A light breeze
kisses my neck
for all this
I am grateful
Though blind
my vision is faultless;
the body unclean,
the inside is whole.
---Luke 17:11-19
Ten Lepers
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