A Sufi-Story Poem by Juergen Wagner

A Master dandled the sick little child
Slowly spoke words so peaceful, mild

Then gave it back to his waiting parents:
'It will recover, please have some patience! '

There stood a doubtful man nearby
'That's superstition and a lie!

How can a child with gentle words
get well again and step forwards? '

The master looked at him and said:
if those few words gave you a dread

why should they yet not be able
to heal it, help him getting stable?