The Question Part Three

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Part Three

Weary,

We are all eager

For a rest.

The heat

And long days of travel

Have taken their toll on us.

Whispers run up and down the crowd.

“We approach a town,”

They say,

“Perhaps we will stop.”

I hope they are right.

We reach the gate

As the evening watchmen

Take their place.

As we walk down the main street,

I look around.

The town is quiet,

Somber,

Far more so than it should be.

I wonder what has happened

To bring on this gloom.

As the townspeople see

Our leader,

The One who calls Himself

The Prince of Peace,

Son of the Great King,

A whispering cry goes up.

A man,

Dressed in the black clothes

Of mourning,

Steps towards Him.

“Please, lord,”

He says,

Hopefully,

“Please lord,

My daughter has died today,

But

I have heard of Your works.

If You come

And touch her,

She will live.”

I wonder,

Not for the first time,

At the faith people display that

Our leader

Can heal them,

Though I have never seen Him bring anyone

Back from the dead.

I know, though,

That He rewards those who have faith.

Sure enough,

He speaks.

“Lead Me to your daughter.”

The man turns

And we follow.

As we reach the man’s house

We hear loud crying

And wailing.

Our leader goes inside.

Most stay behind

But

I slip after Him,

Curious.

I follow Him

To the dead girl’s bedroom.

The girl’s mother sits,

Weeping,

By the bed.

Our leader speaks gently to her.

“Weep no more,”

He says,

“She is not dead,

Only asleep.”

The woman looks up,

Surprised.

Our leader takes the hand

Of the dead girl.

“Come,”

He says,

“The night is over.

It is time for you to get up.”

I watch,

Amazed,

As she opens her eyes

And sits up.

The girl’s mother

Throws her arms around her daughter,

Tears of joy

Flowing from her eyes.

The man bows

And thanks our leader.

I stare at Him,

Wondering.

Who is He

To give sight to the blind?

Who is He

To raise a child from the dead?

Could He truly be

The Prince of Peace,

Son of the Great King?

I stare

And wonder,

Not for the last time,

Who He truly is.

Though,

Somehow,

I almost think

I already know the answer.