“I will be made whole,”
She said,
“If only I touched
The hem of His garment.”
“My daughter will be well,”
He said,
“If only you’d come
And lay your hands on her.”
“My brother would be alive”
They said,
“If only you were here.
He would not have died.”
His hem
His hand
His call
Made them
Whole and
Well and
Alive
The longing
The heart-need
The desire.
To be whole,
When memories of memories
Vivid images of betrayals
Rise in the dreams.
To be well,
When exhaustion
And despair
Cause tangible pain.
To be alive,
When dreams die
When hopes crush
And it seems like the end
The hem
The hand
The call
Make all things
Whole –
Restoring
What was lost
Building strong walls
Well –
Raising me slowly
From the ashes
Wiping away pain
Alive –
Infusing a wave
Of new life
Into dead bones
His hem
His hand
His call
Are making me
Whole and
Well and
Alive.
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