Touch

It’s the little touches,
kind and fervent

That you lace,
with just the right amount of lust

It soothes, it heals,
the shortness of my breath

Subtle and soft,
gentle and deft

O’ Lord, my Lord,
forgo this leprosy of soul

Deliver me onto you,
deliver me whole

With Your divine will,
quietly at work

May I be to you,
Lazarus returned

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