Women With Hemorrhage

For twelve years, she suffered from incurable bloodletting. All her wealth, like water, before physicians she had poured She went near Jesus the incarnate out of fear, sweating. To touch his garment, the convulsing crowed; she had ignored Jesus knew her heart. He felt her feelings. He heard her hum. Her pain-filled existence touched the inner core of his soul. When grace from his psyche like streams flew, he couldn't be dumb. Who touched me? He asked. They thought that he'd lost his self-control. I am caught, the woman thought. What will happen to me now? Her faith, she felt, was collapsing like a castle on sand. Her physique and psyche, as though bent trees out of fear, bow. She felt, amidst these feelings, the healing touch of his hand. Jesus said this to Veronica: Your faith has healed you. Like blossoms at the peak of the spring, her life bloomed anew.