Boldly took leave
Of the bellowing city
Walked down to the river
Though the skies opened
Spewing wild wind and water
Piercing even felted clothing

And though there were multitudes
Far more than ever expected
Waited patiently in queue
For that sweet promise
That blessed chance
To, awestruck, touch
The hem of His garment

And in a heartbeat

Not a thing changed

Except now nothing needed to
For some body had instead
And solemnly vowed
To walk in His footsteps
To the ends of the earth
And beyond

(original post: http://bennaga.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/follower/)