Healing must come

God–parent!
Untouchable touchable one,
present, bleeding one.
We look longing
as a baby on the hospital bed looks
to her mother –
a fierce, open, quizzical, trusting gaze
not understanding but knowing
that intervention won’t be withheld much longer –
surely.
Healing must come, albeit with incisions.
So get us there, by this path:
the sustenance by day;
by night the letting-go,
the coming to terms,
a temporary peace;
life-expectant,
confident of the way,
at least for the morning.
Because something we had not expected is unfolding.
And it has power,
glory.

05.11.2012

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