607 A casual miracle June 4, ’16 (see 580 for key words)

A casual miracle in a deadly garden.
An ear, sliced.
A High Priests now one eared slave
looks down,
shocked, at his ear, bloody, on the ground.
Then this man,
a malcontent, a blasphemer,
bends down,
picks up the gory flesh,
speaks peace
so all there can hear what he has said,
and restores the ear to

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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