Clasp God did extraordinary miracles through Paul, so that even handkerchiefs and aprons that had touched him were taken to the sick, and their illnesses were cured and the evil spirits left them. -- Acts, 19 11-12 Thousands of years after, thousands of miles away from so much as the dust of any piece of cloth or cup your hands had handled, or had bumped or brushed against you, I still search for particles, vestiges of what came into contact with you, whether left in the veins of leaves or in the soil on a stone, whatever could be carried, somehow, across the sea and the centuries, brought to me by sympathetic wind or the friendliest of waves, by a caregiving Earth as if offering me some soup, not necessarily to heal me or because I had a demon to evict, just to acknowledge that to be a disciple is not simply to follow but to adhere to both teaching and teacher, secured not like a strand of hair curled inside a locket but like a locket’s chain, links that want only to encircle, to hold on.
Shane Schick is the founder of a publication about customer experience design called 360 Magazine. His poetry has recently appeared in Ekstasis, Macrina Magazine and other publications. He lives in Whitby, Ont. with his wife, an Anglican priest and their three children. More: ShaneSchick.com/Poetry. Twitter: @ShaneSchick.