My dad and I have been having lunch every Thursday for several months now. It’s just been a nice way to stay connected with him since my mom died. I usually make it and since the Pandemic. we either eat it on the deck or we’ll grab salads and meet at a local park for a picnic. He has shared hundreds of stories with me during these Thursdays. Some, I’d heard before, some I’ve heard a few times. But then I’m sure he’s heard mine more than once as well. Funny, because someone asked me “What do you talk about every week?” I’m thinking the older we get, the easier it is, because we sometimes can hear the same story over and over again, as if we are hearing it for the first time. πŸ™‚

The thing is, a lot of my dad’s stories are from his childhood. Some are from when he was a Pastor. He has a few stories about miracles that happened right in front of him and those are ones that inspired this poem. One Thursday he was talking about the woman who touched Jesus’ hem and was healed. I told him his story made me want to write a poem. I’d heard that Bible story before but for some reason I didn’t remember all of the details and so I looked it up. And this flood of emotion came over me as I realized that I really hadn’t opened a Bible for some time and totally didn’t know the story the way I should have.

There are times in our lives when we have to own some of our failures. And for me, this was one big one, realizing that I really wanted to have a better spiritual relationship and in reading a few verses in opening God’s word, I felt a door open and I’m not sure I will ever go back to being content without wanting more. Maybe even write a poem for each verse I’m inspired to write about.

But for now, here is the poem about the woman who touched The Master’s Hem.

The Master’s Hem

Oh Lord why don’t I know your words?

Why haven’t I taken the time?

Oh Lord why do I not know you now?

Why are you so hard to find?

Oh Lord I want to find the hope

that makes me new again

I want to find the kind of faith

like the woman who touched your hem.

I know I’ve failed you in my walk

and all the times I should have grown

all the times I forgot to ask

and tried to handle things on my own

I’m ashamed of my hardened heart

and when I didn’t let you in

but oh dear Lord, please hear me now

as I reach for my Master’s hem.

by

Diane Reed

20 thoughts on “The Master’s Hem

  1. This is beautiful. It is good to hear from you. Value those times with your dad. I wish I could have lunch with my mom once a week to do what you and your dad are doing together. How sweet those times are. They will generate their own memories Long into your life

    1. Hi Steve!
      Thank you! They are truly a blessing. I miss my mom. I took care of her the last few months she needed help. But I wish I’d spent more time with her when we were still able to enjoy our visits the way I do with my dad. Good to hear from you as well! I need to get back to writing more! I have to actually sit down at my laptop to find posts from you guys and so I am glad I took the time today and found you!

  2. Do you follow Linda Willows on WP? She writes amazing pieces related to scripture, she may keep you inspired … πŸ™πŸ»πŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸ½πŸ™πŸΎ

      1. Hello, Diane – find her at lindawillows.com “The Beloved” We met some years ago, and she shared some of her story with me. Let me just say that her faith has saved her. Be well my friend!

  3. A beautiful, soulful poem Di.

    Since working on my altered book journal of My Mother’s Prayers, I have learned that God, the angels, The Divine, is always there. always accepting. always open to our journey.

    May your journey be consumed in all the love you possess dear Di. ❀

    1. Thank you Louiseβ™₯️
      That means a lot coming from you. I’ve always loved your art & quotes. & I must say your work has progressed beautifully over the years!!!! Tell me how to pull out my book again & get as excited about it as I once was about mine! You inspire me!

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