This is what I know from reading my Bible –
the flow of blood goes on
for a long time
before the woman has courage
for reaching out a hand for healing.
Crowds are full of those who deny her right,
or the power she takes,
or even do not see her face
in the great pressing in of people.
Healing comes from telling the story,
when someone stops
and is willing to listen to it
and rejoices to let the power go.
It is not, in fact, a coat or a court –
they are only the occasion —
but the faith that speaks out
in her own time and own way
that brings peace and frees
all of us,
not from the memory,
but from the relentless flow
of suffering and being named unclean.
She looks down –
her hand is gripping her own dress.