June 8, 2004
Perhaps…
"Perhaps, if I could but touch His robe, I would be healed!"
the phrase wearing a track within my mind
like a broken LP stuck on the same repetitive thought
"Perhaps…"
"Maybe if…"
"What about…"
endlessly working a path around the incessant silence
hopefully trying all the tricks that have worked for others
with no more result than a broken heart and increasing pain
"My God!"
"My God!"
"Why have you…"
but you have not forsaken me, it is I who has abandoned You
I know it is Your love that holds all that I have, safe
I have no doubt that my life is held secure within Your hand
"But God,"
"I hurt!"
"Where is Your touch?"
"Perhaps, if I could but touch His robe, I would be healed!"
endlessly, hopefully, searching for His robe
that I could reach out, touch it and be made new