Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Who Touched Me? (Mark 5:25-34)


Who touched me?
Fibers of one spirit mingling with another.
Emotion flows outward
a stream of water,
purity,
God's strength.

Who touched me?
There is illness pressing in,
challenging concepts of cleanliness.
Who is to say
if a disease is a curse
upon any
of my creations?

Who touched me?
When the crowd presses in,
stroking my garments.
There is one who has faith,
despite all she has been told.
She bled once,
but no more.

Who touched me?
Daughter do not tremble,
you believed
as few will.
You sought healing
and took what was offered.


Who touched me?
Your prayer spoken at a bedside
melts into the fabric of my being.
I hear and I feel.
I am not the bronzed calf.
I respond to your every supplication
with love.



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