Mark Sauer

Rookie - 10 Points (1958 / Texas, U.S.A.)

Focus - Poem by Mark Sauer

I saw a burning bush today
And did not turn aside,
But hurried on my business,
For focus is my pride.

I saw a blind man healed
With spittle and with clay,
But did not halt to hear the tale;
I've much to do today.

I saw a lame man walking
And testing his new gait,
But did not stay for talking,
For fear I would be late.

The deaf man danced to music
And noisily he wept:
I could not stop to listen;
Appointments must be kept.

I saw a corpse take breath,
New blood rose in the marrow,
The skin grew pink and glistened.
I'll look into it tomorrow.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012



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