on hope, for future healing

i remember visiting a church
we’d only been to a few times.
we hadn’t met too many people there.
the sermon was on Jesus healing
a woman who’d been bleeding
every day for twelve straight years.
i was, at the time newly ill, had quit
a job i loved to see if a lower stress
lifestyle would help but it did not.
i started ugly crying, found that
i could not stop. i didn't want
to wait a decade more in order