The Garments Edge

She awoke to sunlight and the day dawning clear
Believing her depression, her gloom and her fear.
The disease which had shackled her soul for twelve years.
And consigned all her moments to tears.

Yet; a whisper of hope, a hint, a suggestion
The Rabbi was heading this way
Plants a seed in her heart--an unbearable question
An impossible if, an unthinkable notion
unbelievable actions to play.
If I push through the crowd;
If I kneel by the master;
If I reach out and grasp at the hem.
Dare I think it will cease, all the pain and the sorrow;
That the drain on my life blood He'll stem

Could it be ? do I muse I'll be free by tomorrow
Of the stigma that keeps me unclean?

As He gazed in my eyes and called me His daughter,
I rose from the ground and I smiled at my healer
Who had taken my weeping and given me laughter