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.