Twelve Years

Jesus, heading elsewhere,
Stopped on the way.
“Who touched me?”

Ridiculous. Like a
Crowd-surfing concert-goer
Wondering.

The disciples laughed.
And the woman,
With a flow of blood

Twelve years, had to speak
To a man. To God.
Ceremonially unclean, she hadn’t in

Twelve years. But Jesus
Did not want just physical
Healing for her.

He restored her body.
He listened to her story.
He restored her relationship

To man. To God.
He called her, “Daughter.”
So tender. So perfect.

If you go for healing,
Expect to come away changed.
But not in the way you expect.