I know,
My child,
I know.
I see inside you
all the places
that hurt.
They are hidden
to the world
but
I see.
Let Me in.
Let Me touch them
for Mine
is a healing touch.
You think
that you can cover up
these places.
You hope
that they will go away
in time.
But
they are a burden to you;
an unnecessary burden.
Why do you bear
a burden
that I have already borne
for you;
am bearing
for you?
I am the One
Who came
to bear your grief;
to carry your afflictions.
I came willingly.
I came for you.
I did this
for you.
But
unless you let Me in
I cannot help;
unless you let Me in
I cannot touch these places.
My touch
is a healing touch
but
even a healing touch
on these places
may bring pain
for a time
until the poison
is drained;
until the scars
are no more.
Yet
is not this healing pain
worth it
to be free
to live;
to live
as you were meant to do;
to live
the abundant life
which is
My gift
to you?
And so,
My child,
My precious child,
I wait.
I wait
for your invitation
to be allowed in;
to be allowed
to touch
and to heal.
© Kathleen Wilks
About the author
Kathleen Wilks
I have been writing poems for a number of years now and many of them have been used as prayers in church services.
Recently I have started to write meditations. These are based on people in the Bible who met with Jesus.
Other meditations are to be read on a more personal level as God speaks to us, collectively or as individuals where we are now.
The meditations can be used in services, in study groups or in private.
I live in York, England, and worship at Holy Trinity Church, Heworth, and St Olave's Church in York.
I work as Property Manager for the Diocese of York in the Church of England.