Short Fiction: “Healing Faith”

Photo by David Monje on Unsplash
story by Hope Olowo

I crack open the window to my tiny cottage. The sun pours its welcome heat upon me, and the breeze brushes past my face. I smile while gazing upon the street bustling with souls going about their daily activities. Some people burst with laughter, and others frown. Every day holds its own worries. I have lived the last twelve years buried by one particular worry. And even nature holds me in disgust.

My heart skips as a passer-by shoots me a disdainful glance. It is not out of curiosity regarding my confinement but the outpouring of a contempt-filled heart. I withdraw, shutting the window as fast as I can and throw my weight upon it as my knees weaken.

My life has become a liability. But twelve years ago, I was called Blessed. Twelve years ago, I drowned in wealth and health. Twelve years ago, I had it all.

They say, “To get what you want, you must give what you have.” But I have given all only to receive the worst. I even lost the one thing in which I would have rejoiced should wealth have deserted me: the presence of my people.

I slump to the floor in pain. There it is again, all over the floor.

The places I have been . . . the physicians I have seen—none could help. Twelve years ago, Israel called me Blessed, but here I am now, sitting on the ground in a pool of blood and tears. I feel I will drown in this ocean of helplessness and sorrow.

Voices from outside grow louder every minute. The air bears their pleas to the Son of David. I spring to my feet and fling open the window.

Mercy is what I need.

The crowd surrounds Him, the One who gives laughter and healing to the broken-hearted. Of all the physicians there ever was or will ever be, He is the greatest. The sun gleams above him; a smile births within me.

He is what I need. I’ve heard that healing lies within Him and that just His word brings the dead to life. Surely, with a touch of His garment—

I hurry through the door and push through the crowd. Let Israel pour her disgust upon me—my healing is only six feet away.

I stumble and fall against the growing crowd.

My freedom is just a touch away.

Just a touch. . . .

About Hope Olowo

Hope Olowo is an 18-year old writer from Nigeria. One day, Hope came across the Lost Pen Magazine and decided to submit a poem. Though she did not consider herself a writer, she felt stirred to write the poem, which she submitted to the magazine. To see her inspired, beautiful poem “A New Me,” download Lost Pen Magazine Issue 3.


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Poems to Reflect on God’s Goodness

how i see God

being silent

i listen

these two

acts are 

One

and the 

same

letters.

then i see

what 

i (can)’t

(always)

(with) my

eyes or hear

with (my) mind or…

(heart).

over coffee

i am listening

to the silence 

of the morning

drinking coffee

thinking thoughts

of things not seen

i reach to return

the cup to saucer

on the table

before me

with my other hand

i reach for the napkin

my instinct

is to wipe my lip’s

drips of coffee

that flow down

the side of the cup

but in this moment

i realize

my cup running

over is a blessing

looking through the wind-

ow i see more 

and more as i 

hear Him speak

beyond the breeze

streaks stroke my cheeks

i reach to wipe

but instead breathe.

About Adrienne N. Wartts

Wartts received her M.A. in American Culture Studies at Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri. Her poetry has appeared in the journals Diverse Voices Quarterly, PEN, and Reverie, as well as the poetry anthologies Encounters and Ocean Voices. She is currently a writer at the University of Massachusetts. For Wartts’s photography portfolio, visit her website.


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Lost Pen Magazine 4: Christ Alone

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Issue 3 of Lost Pen Magazine: Repentance and Reconciliation

Today is a great day, one that has been long awaited! Today is the release Issue 3 of Lost Pen Magazine! Our theme is Repentance and Reconciliation and features inspired works bearing messages of hope and that inspire, encourage, and strengthen the spiritually hungry. Each piece was submitted by an everyday person like you and me who chose to do something extraordinary: use their gifts to bless others and glorify God.

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