She pushes through the crowd
Determined but terrified
Desperate for a cure
For love
For acceptance
For meaning in a world of empty promises.
She is broken
Lost and confused
She knows she needs a Savior
She reaches out
He’s there
Right there!
With one finger
Of one hand
She touches His robe
She feels a change instantly
She doesn’t know how
But she’s different.
One touch
With such dramatic effects
“Who touched me?”
Terror strikes her
What had she done?
She starts to run
But she knows she cannot.
She must face the Man who healed her.
The crowd parts
He approaches
He sees her
But she cannot look at Him
She falls to the ground
He is so good
So powerful
She is afraid
She clutches His robe
Weeping at His feet
She is afraid
She is thankful
She is sorrowful
She is joyful
She loves
She is alive
His hands on her head
A blessing
He crouches in front of her
Absolute love
He takes her head in His hands
And looks at her
Into her deepest being
He sees her fears
Her insecurities
Her loneliness
Her longing
He sees her
She weeps
Her hands on His
Tears stream down her face
Through their fingers
She has never been loved this way
She cannot look at Him
But she wants to always be with Him
“My daughter.”
Their eyes meet
Through her tears she can see
His smile
Loving
Knowing
Understanding
She loves Him
She bursts forth
Wraps her arms around Him
In His strong embrace
She is safe
She is loved
She is not alone
Her life will never be the same.
His Little Poet 