Gathering her brokenness,

all of the things

she had been told

about herself,

the things she herself had said,

allowing them to hold her

no longer,

she

ventured out,

free now

of conventions walls,

vulnerable,

determined,

desperate,

she sought the one

in whom her

healing lay,

not to demand

just to touch…

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trembling she reached out,

pushing past

her crowded thoughts,

her doubts and fears,

a wordless prayer

extended finger tips,

she brushed his robe

and knew her healing, and

resolved to slip away,

unnoticed…

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but he had more to give,

and called her forward,

acknowledging her strength and faith

he named her clean,

whole and accepted,

she was herself

at last…

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