#poetry

Who am I?

Who am I? I’m a woman unseen, Nameless, they see me and cry out, “unclean”. Twelve years abandoned and left aside, Weak, ashamed, ignored and no one by my side. “The Son of God”, they say, “He’s come”, “His name is Jesus”, “He’s healing”, “Look, miracles have begun!” Who am I? sigh, he will surelyContinue reading “Who am I?”

At Rest

by Lynette Johnson The women whispered in soft hushed tones,As she blankly stared with a heart of stone,Their kind words of comfort fell on deaf ears,The thought her brother’s dead, brought her to tears. “If only you had been here”, she cried,“My brother would never have died.”It has been four days since the tomb wasContinue reading “At Rest”