Talitha Cum!

She walked out of the desert with a ring of grime around her ankles
where her crocs ended and her long, lean legs began.
She stepped with power between sage and rabbitbrush
as if she owned the land beneath her feet.

Beams of light shot from her finger tips and eyesIMG_3904
and haloed her body

Talitha cum!
Little girl, get up!

Like the woman with the perpetual flow of blood
I had hemorrhaged love that almost killed the little girl
She starved herself to skin and bones.
What I fed her could no longer nourish her skeleton frame.
She ate potent poison, drank lethal liquid
that slowly killed her from the inside out.

Death was unrecognizable in the slow, methodical, bit by bit
consumption of the little girl.
Denial dictated that if I loved her more,
everything would be fine.
In desperation I reached out to touch the hem of His garment.

Grace is in the waking up.
Grace is in disavowing denial.
Grace generates yes to life.

Talitha Cum!
Little girl, get up!

She was swept up by strangers
like an animal restrained scratching violently at the walls of it’s cage,
last gasps of no mommy, please mommy, one more chance, mommy,
she was carried out into the desert
to die and be reborn.

She walked out of the desert with a ring of grime around her ankles
where her crocs ended and her long, lean legs began.
She stepped with power between sage and rabbitbrush
as if she owned the land beneath her feet.

Beams of light shot from her finger tips and eyes
and haloed her body

Talitha cum!
Little girl, get up!

hollycardone

Metaphysical, evangelical, progressive Episcopalian postulant, sober, follower of the radically inclusive love healer, Jesus. Poet/preacher/teacher/storyteller.

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