He Entered My Decapolis
A ‘hearing’ of Mark 7:31-37
He entered my Decapolis
My region of haunts
All populated with complexity
On opening
My ears
Oh! My ears
Resounded
And, my heart pounded
As I was loosened
I was not the same
And words came
Flowing and flowing
Until growing
Into written reflections.
I heard
And found voice
A moment to rejoice
And bask
In freedom.
Simon C.J. Falk September 2018
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