They said I had no right to be seen in public.
But I humbly reached onto Him.
I stood gratified and looked at the Merciful Man.
Whose appearance was that of a Man, yet I knew there was something different.
So, I emptied myself from the dreadful thoughts and listened to the shouts of
the boiling blood inside of me.
I moved and crawled to Him.
Underneath everyone's feet, where no one could see me.
From the inside-out, my skin quivered in His presence.
He was the one who did not flee,
from that moment that I reached.
Carelessly, many found my act of humbleness -- a rubbish one.
They spread out and looked at me,
as if I was a plague and not, a human being.
Yet, still -- struck by the presence, I bowed and grasped His cloth,
I felt Spring within me. Bloom.
The veil had been ripped. Cleansed.
I looked into the gates of Everlasting Grace.
This Grace. Everlasting.
I looked and was kissed by forgiveness.
Kissed.
I looked ahead for unpredictable paths.
In shame, I had been kept for 12 years in my home.
Kept.
Wanting to cry out, to be a woman.
Or at least feel like a woman and not a vessel of blood -- who was shamed by man.
Bleeding.
Labeled by them -- an unfunctional vessel.
Shamed for being a woman.
I looked back in despair.
To be saved by the King of Kings.
I looked forward to all these things.
I looked presently for Grace.
It was a subtle voice, that spoke for me.
A Saviour who came to save it’s one lost daughter.
It was Him, the one who saved me.
No, not man.
Jesus.
For anyone could tell you, I was a caged canary with clipped sulfur wings.
It’s not a curse I received. A hidden blessing instead.
It was a transfiguration of my mind, soul, and body.
Turning in a small pinch of faith,
the size of a Mustard seed and seeing it
grow into an Olive tree.
