Love Poem: The Touch
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Written by: Tom Valles

The Touch

Who knows how long the leper lived,
Since last he felt a touch?
Who knows the depth of suffering
And solitude of such?

The torment of his body
And the exile of his soul!
To be cast out and ostracized,
Despised with none to hold.

While none would dare be near him,
One knew how he yearned.
While others ran for cover,
This One stopped and turned.

No one could attend him.
This man was all alone.
Until the hand of Jesus
Was willing to atone.

Heaven sent, compassion bound
The Shepherd found this sheep
Distorted, wounded kneeling down,
He raised him to his feet.

He closed the open wounds
And straightened limbs once curled.
Jesus touched the leper with,
The touch felt ‘round the world.