Poise, open eyes, a new hair do, beside her mother, she rolls on by. Alert, eyes wander, there is much to see, she is very interested, her speech a little mumbled, a mild condition, but the physical bits are issues, but she doesn’t give up. Solomon listened to the conversation, the young lady was giving the mother instructions.
A late night conversation, another victim of the condition, sensory features worsening, the chat is about the past, the way it was, a moment in time, that’s how they want to remember him. Solomon listened, did they ever read the old books, and what Faith could actually do, had they all given up.
Embarrassed, Jesus tells them to go, the young girl is dead, he is resting he says, the power of the father in him, it’s a story told over and over, how transient Faith can be, the first alarm the fear, the sheep run in all directions, the demon can easily disperse the herd.
What was the cause of her troubles, the apostles asked, they refer to a young man with many demons, well, there has to be a reason for it. Jesus smiles, to show what the Father can do, he says. Solomon nodded, the young woman smiled at him, and put a smile on his face, in a nutshell, we are all voices, even when limited, or in a chair….
She is going to improve, hadn’t her Faith earned it.