[i’m clearing through computer files, trying to restore some order… i’m finding old bits of writing, most of it crap, and just occasionally something that might have a bit of life in it!]

(Luke 13:10-17… “Now he was teaching in one of the synagogues on the sabbath. And just then there appeared a woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years…”)

I know what it’s like
when the touch of love heals.

The only touch i’d known was one that took me

seared me, pinned me, squashed me

crumpled me

to live, invisible
folded up, unnoticed,
watching the world under the shadow of my body.

And then you,

you saw me.

You saw me
and touched me
with such wonder
and delight
that in spite of myself
my body unfurled



reaching for daylight

reaching for you.

the postscript

and when they heard they called it sinning

(they would have rather i stayed crumpled)

but you unfolded me to daylight.

I’m with you.


  1. Kel

    that is very powerful prose
    definitely one worth saving – and sharing
    funny how people can be so cruel when faced with someone gaining victory over their past challenges
    i guess it hurts them to see someone recover
    so they try to hurt you back

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