Written as someone was healing emotionally after childhood abuse. She was gunshy, afraid to trust again, afraid of being hurt again. At a future time, she finally was able to deal with simple touch like being patted on the back or having her arm patted. (Being a lover of Biblical poetry, she utilizes some of that cadence in her thinking and writing.)
The Touch – the divinely human touch.
I’m finally starting to take the risk.
Touch the ecstasy – ooze the warmth.
Brush past and I will not shrink away. I can take it.
You, people of the world, touch me and I will touch you, and have no fear.
Yea, I will have touch-joy.
My throat gulps – the chills come and my only worry is perhaps it’s more care than I can take . . . I care and can now be cared for in more than words.
For though I sneak into the valley of the shadow of risk I will fear no touch.
For thou art with me.
Thy melting contacts, they comfort, yea they enwrap me with the warmth that I pour out on those I serve and
I’ll give back to you — a Touch.
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