[caption id="attachment_947" align="alignnone" width="232"] I Press by Wendi S. Harrington[/caption]
I PRESS
Through the crowd, I press.
Closer, but still not close enough.
No, don't push me this far back!
I need to be at the front.
Something awaits. I'm not sure what.
Through the crowd, I press.
Onward, I crawl on hands and knees
Through feet and dirt and mess,
Until my fingers brush the hem
Of the Master's precious robe,
And the words come forth:
"Thy faith has made you whole."
(C) 2024 Wendi S. Harrington