WEARING THE CLOTHES
OF THE STEADFAST
Doubting Thomas wanted hands in holes, the guy with
leprosy wanted a cure, the poor man always wants a
filled wallet, and anyway what are miracles for?
The color of money blinds; the odor of success stinks;
the lines for the water into wine guy seem staggering,
yet everyone's willing to wait. I can't figure out a
blasted thing. And Lazarus rose from the dead.
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