I know too well now that I cannot live without poetry. Sometimes the power of words put together in poetry overwhelms me, often it draws me close to God in a new fresh way, it is always refreshing to me.
And Madeline L'Engle took me off guard with some of her poems. I think it is the element of emotion that comes at you like a surprise when you don't see where she's going, but she throws you into the center of human feeling.
From "When I pushed through the crowd." (See Mark 5:24-34)
No, it wasn't the leper,
or the man cured of palsy,
or any of the other stories of miracles,
or at any rate that was the least of it;
I had been promised miracles too often.
I saw him ahead of me in the crowd
and there was something in his glance
and in the way his hand rested briefly
on the matted head of a small boy
who was getting in everybody's way,
and I knew that if only I could get to him,
not to bother him, you understand,
not to interrupt, or to ask him for anything,
not even his attention,
just to get to him and touch him.....
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