When they all denied it, Peter said, "Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you."
The Healing of a Desperate Woman
My desperation for You leads me
From my enforced solitude out to the mob.
My heart cries out for Your attention
Stretching for Your hem I land in the dirt.
The chaos around me is overwhelming.
The stench of the filth and dirt fill my senses,
Yet I reach out with all I have
Knowing You are my only hope.
You alone contain what I so desperately need.
I catch You...
Your gaze upon me is exciting and terrifying at the same time.
You have now exposed me to the others but Your attention,
It alters me...
The look in Your loving eyes enfolds me
And the knowing words from Your lips revive me
Both confirm the healing I feel at my core.
As You turn and move on I know I will never return
To the place I once thought I would never leave.
I am healed.