Song to the Lord of the Crowded Street
To touch the cloak of God, we must work through
the crowds cheering, and must work through the fear
of divine rejection. Of evil, we know only of our dear
failures of our hearts. Hearing the terror imbedded
in the cry of a newborn, we can understand the condemned.
yet we continue past the disciples, past the inner circle,
to the back of he who is God. Hemorrhaging, we touch for life.
Lord, who I am to ask you to stop, and turn around to ask
who touch your cloak? Yet, I want to stop you, the divine and
point to my son, and demand healing. Lord, I know you know
what it is like to weep for your son. So I ask, plead, and bleed
for you to stop, turn around and notice us. Amen.