Touching the hem of the robe
I'd never noticed she was left-handed
or how clean were her fingernails
or the repairs on her threadbare, faded robe.
Never noticed her luminous eyes.
Never saw their desperate tears.
Never looked at her properly at all.
Non-person.
The woman with the flow,
made unclean by blood,
now touching the robe of the man
who makes us clean with blood,
some say.
It makes a picture,
a frozen sacramental moment.
The crowd jostling and pressing.
Her thumb and first finger gripping his hem.
His suddenly furrowed, frowning brow.
Stopping, half-turning, mouth half-opening,
about to say
“Who touched me?”
Matt 9:20-22
Mark 5:24-34
barrie singleton
Sun 27th Oct 2013 17:54
Oh Dave! A positive blood-orgy! Sooooo neat combining the blood of 'unclean' with the blood of redemption. I wish I had thought of that. So glad I popped in. And a BONUS BALL! Isobel had led me to submit to 'Touch and Go' but, almost blindly, I followed her directions. NOW I understand! What a multifaceted place is WOL!