Best Hem Poems
He seemed a lonely man
Not alone
Yet lonely
Not seeking companionship
Yet never really alone.
At times
It seemed
People gravitated
Toward his orbit
Circled
Pondering
His presence
Questioning
Its necessity.
He drifted
Through a universe
Unknown
To those who thought
Themselves
The center
Of theirs.
He took the hand
Of sunrise
Walked with it
Through the day
And of an evening
He touched
The hem of sunset.
I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You
I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true
But out of options I’ve finally run
And now even money, I truly have none
So I will find my way to your garment
So You can put an end to this bloody ailment
With an old blood-stained dress
I start out and on I press
I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd
Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout
And it feels like You move further
With every step I take to get closer
“Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think,
“help me to press on, for I’m at the brink
Of breaking down, about to forfeit
I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.”
Not only will I touch your garment
But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament
Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space
To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face
Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him
All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem
The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need
And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed
I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention
To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention
I find it strange that no change in me I see
Until that mysterious Physician spots me
And confirms soothingly to my soul
“…thy faith hath made thee whole.”
So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly
But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would
But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife
I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger
But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary
As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary
Pain, pain and pain, with never a pause,
Could I hear the sound of laughter?
Only around me and everywhere, but –
Never had I the chance to hear my own
Till that day, I heard Him coming!
Yelp, yelp and yelp of agony,
The ache and affliction through the years
Searched and groaned for healing someday
Hopes ‘n I shattered - this is destiny I greet,
Till that day, I saw the light of hope!
Cry, cry and cry, shedding the tears to dry
Had I mourned my sorrow out
Yet the torment within and out never fade
Never could I stop the flowing tears of mine
Till that day, my eyes had seen Him
Hope, hope and hope, I went through the crowd –
Of people crushing Him on every side
A few inches away from the healing
Stretched forth my hand to receive it –
On that day, I touched His garment hem!
Faith, faith and faith, filling my heart complete
Could I see my future, a happy me
With no pain and sorrow, no more tears to shed
But happy moments to surround me full
On that day, was I healed complete!
Fear, fear and fear struck me hard, hearing –
“Who art thou touched me? “ From him
Though his disciples said, people were –
All around Him, He knew He’d healed me,
On that day, though I thought it was in secret!
Joy, joy and joy, was I overwhelming with
Though I stood there afraid in front of Him –
And the confused crowd, He embraced me ‘n blessed,
I thought I found him first, but never had I realized –
Till that day, He had found me, in my mother’s womb!
- Sarah Antony
Restorative faith
Spiritually renew
Touch the garment’s hem
The puppy was attracted to
The hem of my long skirt.
His snapping sharp-edged baby teeth
Kept me on the alert.
A smattering of scabs adorned
His owner’s hands and arms.
Restraint in puppies never ranks
Among their many charms.
So once I saw the damage he’d
Inflicted on some skin,
I figured he could nip my hem
So I’d be safe within.
Caravans all covered with sand;
Release the agent's contraband;
Eat hearty children all over the lands;
All bloated bodies human beings;
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My trust is not in man;
My trust is not in man;
My trust not lost;
But it is in Him;
And the hem of His garment is my trust is in Jesus
It's just the touch of Him I feel I'll be healed;
Yes! By the touching of the hem of His garment,
I shall be healed,
By the touch of His garment
I shall be healed;
~
Devotional idols are with our minds
Sometime it's based on what we spend times on
All aboard to this ship
You don't want to miss this cruise I'm in
~
As I peer through the port
I see a man walking on the waters
With arms hands reaching out to me
He says come my son come out and join me
~
My trust is not in man
My trust is not in man
My trust is not lost
But it is in Him
And the Him that reaches His arms out to me Jesus
As He walks the sea, Jesus
It's just His touch I need
Yes! By touching the hem of His garment
I shall walk torrent rancid waters
I shall be healed by the touch of His garment
I shall be healed
~
O' if I could just touch the Son
If I could just touch Jesus
The Christ, everything in my life in front of me will be alright
~
So I keep my eyes on the prize
So that I won't fall under
I put on the Lord as my garment with him, I Prevail
I won't fail my trust, my trust is yet and still in front of me
My trust is in Jesus Christ
2/22/14
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2014, 2021
TOUCHING THE HEM OF BEAUTY SEE
Beauty of a beautiful brunette
Brings me back to a brittle moods
Bright eye, eye bouncing
Along a blind alley
I counted the moon that rises
As the farthest of galaxy, making me to
Dawdle to talking broach of a royal bird that struck
My heart pendulous
Thus daunting the processing of my dating agent
Still in my brittle mood
The mood that moves
Pure as the starting glory of the day break
Singing the chorus of the dawn
Her winding air are numbered
Piercing my inner mood
With the thought as Damocles
I filled, head over heels, with love
With her vibrating self
Whereas her head dress head casing
The head hunter which all coming to touch the hem
Of her flowing garment that heals the lovesick
Another day, i saw her
In a close lane
I saw her, keeping her head down
In all her all attractive elegance...
So i planned my request
The muted discuss that reincarnate in thought
My deep shy feelings was en covered
Giving me much words that woos.
These shaded scars may alarm,
Yet in my eyes, they are surely painted.
Scorned love that which won’t harm
In my sigh of relief I cry to this, tainted.
Fire lustfully denies the everso carnaging fate.
Torn apart by the advantage of its flaws,
I am morley sewed up in these lion claws.
I am surely bowed up in famen i did cause.
Take my flower
And take my name.
Don’t leave a crumb.
Don’t leave me numb.
Apologies won’t phase
In this love-land daze.
Bruises I Hem, in which shade,
Paint over the pale flesh I jade.
Flying in a strong state of contentment,
I turn back to find my eyes are closed.
I am nothing but a seeping resentment
In a life of dreary follies, now disposed.
The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,
Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,
Waves of surreal petals,
As the moon,
With its exotic flowers,
Singers,
And dancers,
Blush,
With a serenity,
Of rhythms,
That kiss,
With adorations,
And loves,
Firmly tender wings,
Her Beauty and hems,
Vast loveliness
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Burglary at daybreak -
turquoise eggshells languish in the dew
Drudgery beckoned,
between starched linens
and mango colored fingernails
ripping, tearing, the rent fabric to
blissful shreds of compliance.
He needed nothing but his own
smile
dancing nightly with vice and
tremors and all the things she
craved but refused herself.
Until one night,
when followed by her
conscience
up to the painted boudoir of
fragmented portraits,
she fled
Fate,
arranged between strangers
on a reckoning
of blunders,
and found the reflection
she needed most
to obey.
The book
That was to HEM us together
Tore
Us like old under garment
Threads
Of emotions
Hanging from under skirts
And sleeves
Of shirts
I saw you shredded in disbelief
Right below the rash
Moment showing
The self indulged will
Destroying
Pages upon pages
Of expectations
When the dam broke
It was not mere spotting
It was a torrent
Not knowing how to separate
The frivolous fromm the wanted
Making the meaningless
More important than the life time
I held the tattered leaf
In a wind
Battered hand
My thoiught like strings
Stranded
In your presence
And was not afraid
To make my choice
Again.
We were more apart then
Than close
As letters
Getting meaning from proximity
When you left
I was still at the boundary
Of my faith,
Torn between your healing
And your discard
To the plattitude
Of silence.
You would go crazy
If you knew
How innocent
I am,
And how emotionally strong
Searching for the lamb
In your wilderness
Of meaninglessness.
They answer questions seldom asked
tend to the mundane, "lesser" tasks
their halos tilted scally caps
homilies of wilted raps
soulless homeless shooting craps
rattling unnumbered dice
you may win once, never twice.
These voices of the lesser god
bedeviled by a life unshod
still reach to touch the garments hem
of gods that turned away from them.
3/30/2020
Yes, I will sing this in your favor.
Jesus is my savior.
We are all connected thru Christ by his grace,
under God, shareing all the same space.
Useing one heart: we connect as one,
stepping out of the flesh, and jioning Gods son.
You see if he could do it, so must we:
loveing all of mankind for an eternity.
So. let us all see the treasure rihgt here on earth,
as heaven is shared: we begin a re-birth.
When we are born: we are joined with the saints and loved ones
trusting faith, loveing truth, just as Jesus had done.
First: being pure at heart, must come naturally,
and, will lead us to the land of gallalee.
So, comon now hurd toghether: its not to late,
thru the gift of grace....and our trust in Fate.