When Faith Doesn’t Make You Feel Good

A collection of a few short poems having to do with the Gospel story that I wrote about in the previous post:

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i.
She
Hemorrhaged
Blood, very life, for
12 years — then Jesus made her
Healed

ii.
See us
Hemorrhaging
Hope — sometimes wounds bound up,
Then too soon the scarring scabs are
Opened.

iii.
“I’m
Fine”
Builds up
Resentment,
How long must we wait?
Hope’s familiar with the long haul,
Yet this story meant to be encouraging, instead
Is mocking — after all this time
You taunt me snidely,
You watch me
Bleeding
You
Laugh.

iv.
Yes I believe
That God exists; He’s beautiful.
Yes I believe
That God works miracles, relieves
Many aches of life, makes one whole —
Some days it feels deeply painful
That I believe.