What if the robes were reversed
and among the throng of sweaty suitors
for my notice you
were plucking at my sleeve;
would I know your touch
from the pickpockets of power,
care enough to turn and ask
what you require, hear
from you the whole truth
that makes of the world a liar; follow
through the mob of mourners
for a life worth leaving behind?
A brief reflection on the Gospel reading from today’s Daily Office: Mark 5:21-43
over the water 