Rembrandt van Rijn (1606–69) “Christ Healing the Sick”
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam
Courtesy Wikimedia Commons

How precious then, what could be so
As any treasure that we know,
Gold or silver, diamond, pearl
The finest cloth you could unfurl?

It is the truth, the simple and
Sometimes painful, sometimes bland
That shows you with a handicap
Not one for them, for you a trap

To find your way with epilepsy
Stand still although with tremor-palsy
Remember names, remember faces
Languages, the ways through spaces

Admit a weakness and confess
Within yourself a wilderness
Through which you find a road to lead
Away from lies, the road you need