In my month in Swaziland, Africa, I have joined a worship group. It is not just music and singing but writing. Last week we got the assignment of writing something from the perspective of a character in the bible. I chose to write from the perspective of the leper Jesus healed. Originally I titled it “Untouchable” but I chose to call it “through broken skin” instead. Here she is:
Enveloped in a shattered world.
luxury to a man who knows no better
I know not what is gold
Nor the glimmers of pure silver
A day spent amongst company
Equates with a day spent alone
Passing by as anyone would
An isolation crescendo
the doorframe my window to life
This scene is only ever what I view
They have given me a new name
They believe it to be Untouchable
They see life as a game
Of which I am incapable
Deemed unworthy as a player
Society spits and scoffs
A bunch of tellers and sayers
Perhaps their hearts have been turned off.
Even kind faces quicken their gait
Other outcasts roam the same streets
They lunge at the chance to look down on me
I receive malicious greets
They refuse my testimony
In the trust sense, I am alone
I live in the well they made
I look up at them and they groan
Not a one comes to my aid
What if I am never seen
Always an ant on the sidewalk
But I hear the whispers that trace the street
I hear of a healer, a fisher of men
Jesus descends the mountain
He brings along holy hands
In hope I step through my doorframe
I run to the crowds, leaving gasps of disgust
Breaching the multitudes, I fall to my knees
I look into the Lords eyes and plead,
Lord if you are willing, heal me
In gentleness he replies
I am willing
