Jesus the Healer
not anymore. No publicity for them.
But there's a few updates.
I saw a specialized therapist
who saw rather clearly my problem.
It helped that he was Catholic.
He saw I was not possessed,
but that I was oppressed -
demonically oppressed.
He said it was good news
because possession is awful.
Oppression ain't that bad.
Oppression, though, ain't fun.
They like to mess with my bowels.
The problem's been slowly evolving,
slowly getting much worse.
And doctors have not been helpful.
The Eucharist helped much more.
I'd been putting it off -
unworthiness, or laziness -
just been putting it off.
Then I received the Eucharist.
My bowels improved that night.
And Mary reassured me:
with her I have all I need.
She slew me.
I'm trying harder now.
Worthy or unworthy,
I need to be less lazy.
The Eucharist is free medicine
for my spiritual problem.
The Eucharist is Jesus
and he's a doctor of sorts.
He doesn't have to heal me.
I guess that he just wants to.
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