She came to him because her child was mad,
Grievously vexed with devils, and she had
The lovely sanity to disregard
His more exalted titles. Since a bard,
A sweet singer in Israel, you recall,
Once played and sang the madness out of Saul,
She now addressed this heir, this later one,
This instrument of unseen Mind, as son
Of David, and she asked him to restore
Peace to her daughter. Feigning to ignore,
Then testing her and finding faith rock-built,
And being Master of such Soul-filled chords
As never flute or harp resolved, our Lord's
Fair answer came, "Be it... as thou wilt."
And at that hour, though no human hand
Gave sound to strings, the maid could understand.
Poems
"SON OF DAVID"
(Matthew 15:21-28)
From the June 1939 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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