A distant Pharisee has heard of you;
Is stirred, bewildered: anger, longing, fear.
Beside the multitude he pauses; few
Words reach him; how can he get close enough?
The blind, lame, lepers, paralyzed, you healed;
Raised Lazarus, and welcomed Mary near
To learn of you. Then to the three revealed
Yourself transfigured. Were these close enough?
At Simon’s house she cried right on your feet,
Made her untowelish hair absorb the tears;
She came as far as daring faith could lead.
You met her eyes, addressed her; close enough?
John sighing leans upon you unrebuffed
And yet can even he get close enough?