Whole

My desire to be loved has led me to do many things. Most of which are evil. I have sold my body, I have deceived, bewitched, stolen, abused, and seduced, all in the pursuit of love.

I am a woman of the street. A harlot. A whore. 

I am despicable. The Jews look on me with hatred. The Priests cross to the other side of the street. They see my evil and turn away. I cannot blame them. I can hardly stand myself. 

Every night as I paint my face, I spit at my reflection. I never meant to become who I am. I was once an innocent little girl that dreamt of being a princess. But years later I look in the mirror and see, me, the vilest of the vile. I have become the exact opposite of a princess. 

There are rumors spreading about a man. A man that can make the blind see, the lame walk, the dead live. I wonder if this man can work change a black heart into pure heart as well as he can change useless limbs into useful limbs. 

As I wonder along my street, I hear the whispers. They are saying that this man is in one of the houses across town. In an instant I find myself across town, staring in a window at this man who has done such great things. 

The room is filled with people. There are spies, tax collectors, thieves, fishermen, and simple men of business. I know some of them. Some of them are from my street, others I have seen about town. 

My eyes linger on the man. Sometimes he laughs, sometimes he speaks, sometimes he simply listens. His eyes fascinate me the most. No matter who is speaking, no matter what is happening His eyes remain the same. They are filled with a gentle peace. A wholeness. I am mesmerized.  

I continue to watch, and strain my ears to listen. Suddenly I am running. Past horrified religious man, amazed fishermen, shocked tax collectors, to Him. This man who is whole. 

I fall at His feet weeping, aware of the gasps that have filled the room. 

Through my sobs, I whisper, “Heal me, make me whole. I am repulsive. I am not worthy to ask. I will be your slave forever, only make me whole.”

Silence fills the room. Gently he lifts my face.

His eyes look deep into mine. I stare in amazement as tears fill his eyes, and a smile spreads across His face. 

“You are forgiven. You are made whole.”

As my mind reals at the thought of forgiveness, something beautiful happens, his eyes, those amazing eyes,  are also filled with love. 

I have been made whole. I have found true love. 

My days as a daughter of darkness are over. I have seen the Light, and I am forever His.