The Centurion

The centurion, like kings and knights, possessed all powers. He felt, as though, in front of Jesus, his might was mere mist. Doesn't this mist, though tentative, add to timely showers? He wanted Jesus to cure his steward. There came the twist. Knowing him through and through, the incarnate felt compassion. He strolled towards his mansion with his heavenly design. Two humble beings met. One was God, who renounced heaven. The other was one who felt unfit to face the divine. He poured out his heart. Jesus knew well. No word was needed. A breeze of blessing blew within the centurion's heart. His steward was healed. Does any prayer go unheeded? On the canvas of faith, hasn't he painted his fine art? In faith, as Jesus said, meekness, like blood in flesh, is mixed. Deeds done in faith, in the azure zone, are never eclipsed.