Returning and lingering upon
that elegy composed in terror
of a stigmatizing sickness, I shun
a warning cry — “Partisans of error!” –
and bend my head to better
hear a gentler angel, whose frond
of empathy arms the frightful Other.
© 2014 David A. Welch
N.B. Error is error and needs that double-edged sword, which is the Word of God, in the hand of the Divine Physician. Yet the imagination also recognizes the palm fronds swaying before the King of Mercy, who enters the citadel of Truth riding upon a humble donkey.