Repercussions from my Thoughts

healing

we all want healing, don’t we?
want someone to cup their hands around our face
and breathe fresh blood into our veins
clarity into our tired eyes
softness into our hardened souls?

she wanted healing so much that she didn’t wait for his
touch
she touched him first on his cloak
that showed his place in society his class his family
the part of him she shouldn’t mustn’t touch but did
she the unclean touched the pure
white lamb of God
she that had lost everything
her blood and her bloodline
took more than his followers ever dared
the power from his body his focus from the crowd
she was noticed and called out with rage
by his followers
with love by him
He called her daughter and loved her by his
acceptance
He praised her for her courage
to touch his cloak
find her questions answered
He healed her

she wanted healing so much that she didn’t let the darkness
take over
she sought the darkness out with the light left
in her soul
she had to find a suffering worse than
her child’s death a sudden horror of a death
tumbling down the steps and to her feet in
an accident a tragedy
she lost everything but her belief
that others had lost more
He showed her the prostitutes with their bodies
pried open by gentlemen and doctors
who condemned them to a life
and death of shame
He gave her a journey to help these women
live in honor
die in peace
He called her and she responded to his
mercy
He healed her


Lord, I am not worthy

I do not dare to touch you
I fear to find others more needy
than myself

To receive you

But I must know you
Must feel this love
again

But only say the word

Call me daughter
Call me

And I will answer

And I shall be healed