The Master's Touch

Longing to be touched

Left his family all alone

Cast out by his own peers

Plagued by a disease

 Eating him alive body and soul

Stones hurled

Hurtful words carelessly tossed

“Get away!”

“Get out!”

“Leave us alone!”

“You’re dirty!”

“Unclean!”

Not thinking of the tortured heart

Sees the fear in their eyes

The downcast looks and turned backs

Left to his own in the rotting sewers

Battered by the numbing cold and fiery hot

Aches deep inside of long ago memories

Fading with each year.

Of a wife’s warm embrace with tender words of love

A daughter gazing upward with eyes so full of trust

Of friends who laughed and shared with the times

All lost in a moment of sad, torn good-byes.

 A last embrace

A last lingering touch

The last he’ll ever receive in his life that now means so much

Took for granted that it’ll always be there

So foolishly he believed

Anger burning deep inside

At God for being so cruel

“How dare you cast me out!”

“Why am I the chosen one?”

“Don’t leave me here God! I’m all alone!”

Crowds of people gathered round a lone figure clothed in white

Murmurs of praise and worship sound

Drifting on the dry, dusty air

The filthy, rotting man looked up

Pain and anger and longing burning in his eyes

“Can it be?”

“Can I be saved by the man who is called the Holy One?”

Crawling

Heaving

Towards the embracing light

Hoping to cast out the drowning darkness

Cries of “Unclean! Get Away!” ring out burning his ears

The man in white quietly parts the riled crowd

He gazes gently at the man

Love and faith burn His soul

It radiates in His being and wells in His eyes

Reaching out His tender hand

He grasps the shoulder of the unclean man

“Stand and be healed, my faithful son”

Weeping

Standing

His need fulfilled

He’s been touched with love by the Master’s hand

Healed and made clean

Washed whiter than snow.

Author's Note

Say what you will :)