I touched his hem and it all stopped
All the years of yearning to be whole
All the shame of being unclean and
Apart from family, restored because
I dared to reach and take, so why
Do I hang back when he asks who
Touched him, he felt the power go
Out, such a powerful thing and yet
I can't be made whole if I lurk in the
Shadows not admitting my reach
That I so wanted this to be a secret
And yet he will not let it remain that
Insistent someone come forward and
Admit what they have done, confusion
At the risk, will he be angry, instead
I receive a blessing, even from my
Lowly place blessing upon blessing
Is what I receive and I am whole again