I’ve begun going into parking lots and offering
Hope to the hopeless, loudly.
The fat woman on the crutches to hold her weight up
Was healed by my hands, fell over
And looked up in amazement. “Be free!” I shouted.
Her crutches flew away as I kicked them aside.
A grave bright light appeared above me in the guise
Of what appeared to be a lamp pole.
“You can walk on your own, Ma’am” I told her.
“Walk and be free!” She only cried
On the ground in a tremor of massive joy.
“You’ve healed me, you’ve healed me, you’ve healed me,” she cried.
Her red face became blotchy with gratitude.

I used to cry over movies with sad endings until
I discovered that I can heal people. I can touch them
And they suddenly change, nothing they knew is left.
This lady was one of the lucky few. I didn’t help her up.
“You can do it yourself, my dear! Take the power within!”
And I was gone, gone into the night like a superhero
While she struggled with her grand frame to push upright.

The next day on the news there was a story about a woman
Who had been shoved to the ground and accosted
By what clearly seemed to be a pervert of some sort.
But I knew the truth. I knew she had been saved.
It was a Holy Act, the work of the blessed.
My cat stretched out and then went back to sleep.