She is young and vibrant,
Her vigor is unimpaired.
She can be said to have arrived,
Arrived at the camp of success.
Evidence abounds that she can,
Yes, she can take care of herself.
Her life is swallowed in the cloud of mysteries.
Her story is sprinkled with many "maybes" and "perhaps".
No one is the master of her early life story,
Or, of her historical background.
Maybe she is self employed,
Perhaps, she is on the wage list of an entity.
Maybe she is married,
Perhaps she is single.
Maybe she has children,
Perhaps she is barren.
What's her name?
I do not know!
It's been consumed by her infirmity.
What's her husband's name, if any?
Or her maiden name?
They are under the carpet of her plague.
Her infirmity begins as a spoonful,
To become a river;
A river of blood.
What is a regular event,
In the life of a woman
Becomes irregular and a menace.
Her infirmity extinguishes the fire
Of love between her, her friends and family.
It also becomes the drought that drains the river of love
Between her and her heartthrob.
It becomes notorious
That the woman and the plague are synonymous.
The law is unkind.
The poison of the law
That she becomes untouchable,
And cannot touch anything or anybody.
The sister takes steps
To assuage her plight.
She runs from pillar to pole.
From up and down.
She follows dogmatically every advice given,
By every Dick, Jack and Harry.
All steps to no avail!
Like any sane person,
She looks unto the mountains,
The mountains of Physicians;
Where she thinks her help will come from.
In fairness to the Physicians,
They do their best to make her condition grow worse.
A dozen years pass by,
She remains incurable;
All that she has
Becomes a needle,
A needle in an ocean;
She was left with nothing!
How, when and where,
No one knows;
But it is sure
That she hears
About a Man of Galilee
Who goes about doing good.
She takes a step of faith:
A just and best step
To drain the pool
That feeds her flow of blood.
Which makes her despicable,
Becoming non-existent in an existing world.
A simple thought metamorphosised into a decision:
"If I can just touch his robe,
I will be healed." Mark 5:28.
She takes a step of faith,
According to her decision.
Oozing out of her body
Is an instrument that paves the way
For her to touch the source of every hope:
The Man of Galilee.
The result is great,
Power comes out of Him
And her sea of infirmity dries forever!
* * * *
All steps away from Christ,
Are steps into delusion and confusion.
A step toward Him
Is a step into reality and assurance.
Have you taken wrong steps of late?
Take a just step today,
It will make a difference!
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