The Edge of His Cloak
No magician could perform like He performed
Applauded loved hated doubted crowded
A woman unknown undesirable friendless bleeding
Walking in circles with the sting and the stain
She was in a trap between life and death
heaven and hell and yet she heard
This man called the Son of Man was a doctor of sorts
A doctor with no appointment necessary
Who heals asking for nothing but faith
But she was a woman in a man’s world
Nothing left to offer her pockets were emptied
By so many healers feeding their bank accounts
With nothing left she could only offer faith
Her agony grew
She knew if only she could touch Him
Nothing left to give she wanted to live
She was jostled shoved pushed
but there was hope in the chaos in the turbulence
with so many crowding Him yet
With no money avoided rejected
With a leap of faith
She lunged touching the edge of His cloak
And what money or doctors couldn’t do
Jesus did in a heartbeat
Even jostled and pushed the Son of God tired could feel
her faith even in the chaos
Frank Black Blacharczyk
Luke 8:42-48
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