She has issues – problems that drain
Her body – her living.
She seeks solutions for the pain –
Encounters but misgiving.
Unknown by any man – unclean –
No one can approach –
She feels the corner of a robe
That heals without reproach.
“Who touched me?” asks the One whose strength
Poured out to proffer health.
He turns to see a Trembling smile
Repenting of its stealth.
The woman kneels and tells the truth.
“My daughter, go in peace.
The blood that flowed from you is mine.
But blessings will not cease.”
(29 November 2008, Provo, Utah)
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a subtle approach to that particular story. i like it.
I'm glad you like it. The Savior understood women and their needs. I would also like to write a meditation about the woman who washed the Lord's feet in Luke 7.
women in the scriptures is a topic i have also found very interesting. yet another thing we share. :)
thanks for the comment on "facing" - i responded to it.
This poem is inspirational. I feel so good reading it. It has a spiritual dexterity in it. It incites me intellectually and spiritually.
The last line is beautiful.
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