And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my clothes?”Mark 5:25-30 (NIV)
you have evaded me
for the last time.
Tonight, I will throw myself
to the ground and snatch you
by the hem of your garment,
praying my faith will heal me.
Forgive me of the sins that so
easily ensnare me, Lord.
Cleanse me of unrighteousness
that rides my back, corrupts
my mind, and bleeds me of life.
Did you feel the power of God’s Spirit
leave you and flow through me?
Then turn around and lift me up.
With a kiss, grant your beloved
sweet, restful, peaceful sleep
surpassing all understanding.
I love you, Jesus.
God, I thank you for saving me.
In your Mighty Name, I pray.
© 2023 Nortina Simmons
“When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.”
— Proverbs 3:24 (NIV)
Welcome to Day 22 of Black Poetry Writing Month (aka BlaPoWriMo)! BlaPoWriMo is a month-long challenge to write a poem every day during the month of February (Black History Month) related to Black history, Black people, or the Black experience.
Today’s optional prompt is: Write a prayer.