"The Hug Poem" by Bradley Hathaway
I read about how you touched them and they were healed.
Or even if someone just touched your cloak, they were forever changed.
You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tears,
And you washed your best friend’s feet.
I am just wondering though, did you just ever hug people?
I mean, I know that it is a silly question and all, I am sure you would have... why wouldn’t you?
But its one of those things that was never mentioned that got me thinking about it.
And how whenever there was a touch from you, sins were forgiven and sickness fell.
I think I’m caught up in my sins, last time I checked all my body parts were properly working, nothing special here.
I am just a kid with a heavy heart these passing sunrises and sunsets.
I don’t think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything,
Because all I really need is a hug.
That is ok for me to imagine, right?
That’s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology, is it?
Ok good, then hug me.
But not one of these side ways one arm around the neck type hugs,
Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest pit pat on the back back.
Or you put your right arm over my left arm and I put my left arm over your right arm and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing.
Nah, none of those.
Bear hug me, man.
Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them over my upper body leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere and I can barely move them because your squeezing so hard.
But don’t pick me up and make my back pop because I hate it when people do that.
And hold me, hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because I want to cry,
But I just can’t seem to do it on my own.
I have been teary eyed once recently but not even enough for a drip down my cheek.
There's just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged so hold me in this hold pose until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose.
Or even if someone just touched your cloak, they were forever changed.
You let a broken women bathe your feet in her tears,
And you washed your best friend’s feet.
I am just wondering though, did you just ever hug people?
I mean, I know that it is a silly question and all, I am sure you would have... why wouldn’t you?
But its one of those things that was never mentioned that got me thinking about it.
And how whenever there was a touch from you, sins were forgiven and sickness fell.
I think I’m caught up in my sins, last time I checked all my body parts were properly working, nothing special here.
I am just a kid with a heavy heart these passing sunrises and sunsets.
I don’t think our encounter would have ended up in the gospels or anything,
Because all I really need is a hug.
That is ok for me to imagine, right?
That’s not going to be conflicting with any sort of theology, is it?
Ok good, then hug me.
But not one of these side ways one arm around the neck type hugs,
Or the ghetto right hand clasp fists elbows to chest pit pat on the back back.
Or you put your right arm over my left arm and I put my left arm over your right arm and we make this weird sort of diagonal thing.
Nah, none of those.
Bear hug me, man.
Take your old school carpenter arms and throw them over my upper body leaving my arms dangling underneath yours somewhere and I can barely move them because your squeezing so hard.
But don’t pick me up and make my back pop because I hate it when people do that.
And hold me, hold me here in your arms until I start to cry because I want to cry,
But I just can’t seem to do it on my own.
I have been teary eyed once recently but not even enough for a drip down my cheek.
There's just hurt in my soul that needs to be purged so hold me in this hold pose until the pain is flowing from my eyes and nose.