[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
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
that in spite of myself
my body unfurled
reaching for daylight
reaching for you.
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.