Haiku of hope
They weave together,
two stories of healing, hope;
twelve years connect them.
Twelve years of bleeding,
Twelve years of shame. If only
she could touch his hem.
Twelve years and dying,
her parents are distraught. Come,
Jesus, heal our child!
A girl, a woman
both needing their lives restored.
Bring healing, give hope.
The girl sleeps, he says.
They laugh, knowing she is dead.
He sees beyond death
Ah, Jesus, my friend.
My own suffering is small,
yet speak life to me!
© Ken Rookes 2021
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