The Question part two

Hello, everyone! I'm back with the second part of The Question! Here's part one in case you haven't read it yet.

Part Two

Walking.

We have been traveling for weeks,

Following the One

Who calls Himself

The Prince of Peace,

Son of the Great King.

Many have joined us.

Some wait for Him

To overthrow those

Who would oppress us.

Some are simply curious,

Wondering who He is.

And some believe that

He is the Prince of Peace.

I follow because

He called

And I could not say no.

One day,

Hot and dusty like all midsummer,

I see ahead of us

Two girls,

Both younger than my own fifteen years.

One guides the other,

Who stares off with

Eyes that seem not to see.

Their ragged dresses

Hang loose on their gaunt frames.

As they draw closer, I see

That one walks with a limp.

Now I know who they are.

Beggars,

A blind girl

And a cripple.

The blind girl walks humbly,

Guided by the cripple,

But seeming to listen for something.

The cripple steps

Almost proudly

Despite her infirmity.

They are those

Who exist solely on the charity of others.

A blind girl and a cripple,

Beggars,

Useless.

They should be hiding like I once hid,

Though I am not like them.

I hid because

I loved to be alone.

They would hide

Because they would have little choice.

Yet they do not hide.

They continue towards us.

I look at our leader.

Surely

He will not stop,

Not for these,

A blind girl and a cripple!

But

He stops

As they draw near.

They stop too,

The cripple glancing up,

Half in fear,

Half in scorn.

The blind girl still stares,

Sightless,

Her eyes blank.

Our leader speaks gently.

“What do you want Me to do for you?”

The cripple remains silent

But the blind girl

Turns towards His voice.

“Please, sir,”

She asks,

Her voice hopeful.

“Please sir, I believe You can give me my sight.”

A man next to me whispers

“I knew that girl in my old village.

She is blind,

Blind from birth.”

I stare at the blind girl.

She has never seen,

Yet she asks for sight?

I have heard that

Before I joined Him,

Our leader healed the blind,

The sick,

The crippled,

But I believed them to be only rumors.

How can she hope

To have her request granted?

Our leader speaks,

Smiling.

“Then see, daughter, for

Your faith

Has healed you.”

A smile spreads across the face of the girl,

Once blind,

As she looks around,

Seeing for the first time.

I wonder,

Not for the last time,

Who is this man

Who I am following?

This healer,

This miracle worker?

Is He a great teacher,

A prophet,

Like some people say?

Or is He who He says He is,

The Prince of Peace,

Son of the Great King?

I look ahead

And see the cripple walking away,

Scornful of what our leader

Might do for her.

The once-blind girl,

Kneels before our leader,

Joyfully thanking Him,

And then she joins our group.

The whispers fly.

“The cripple,

The blind girl’s sister,

Refused healing.

She came only for her sister’s sake,

Now she is leaving.”

I watch her go

And wonder,

Not for the last time,

What she truly has refused.

What do you think? I'd love it if you'd comment and tell me! Thanks for reading!

-Sarah