Amidst the chaos of the crowd,
I am fallen and trembling.
Yet, He tenderly – powerfully – heals me, unhides me, calms me, and calls me out :
“Daughter, be of good cheer; your faith has made you well. Go in peace.”
Amidst the ridicule of the crowd –
the weepers and the mourners –
it does not trouble the Teacher to care and then declare :
“Do not be afraid; only believe, and she will be made well.”
“Do not weep; she is not dead, but sleeping.”
He tenderly takes me by the hand and – with authority over every layer of death – He speaks :
“Little girl, arise.”
My spirit returns, and I obey.
He then commands me to eat –
to LIVE.
Astonished.
