My Healer, is the Son of Man.
He is also the True, Son of God.
He has many different Titles here.
For he is also called the Word too.
Here on earth, he went around Healing.
He gave sight to the Blind here on earth.
Many question his God hood after seeing the truth.
Now those people, even though they could see.
Were blinded by the truth, that he was the Christ.
But many seen the Truth, that Jesus was the Christ.

HelloPoetry, is truly an Healing site on the internet.
So many Gifted Poets, that through their beautiful poetry.
Brings much Healing, through their words that they speak.
Christ uses sad poems and the Author of the sad poems.
To bring healing through the words as well as the experiences.
Christ use happy poems to reveal the truth of who he really is.
Thus bringing out the true Joy , out of the Author of the Poem.
For both type of poems can be use for Christ Jesus Glory.
So I am thankful, for the Healing from fellow Poets on HelloPoetry.

The scars are real, everyone loses ones that they Love.
The Pain that never goes away is real as well too.
But Christ is there strengthening us through this.
For we all have to deal with Loss, and Suffering.
For we all deal with Pain, Sorrow, and Hurt.
This is what causes Depression among other things.
Only through Christ , can we become Over comers.
For it's him that lead us out of terrible situations.
We all have things that we have to deal with Daily.

Like a thief, he came and took her “life”~
As though he thought he had a right.

A little girl so strong and bold~
Was laid to rest, her joy gone cold.

It only took one evil choice
to destroy her innocence and leave her void.

A void that filled so much of her
with satan’s lies and destructive words.

But one night as the child cried out in shame
for some reason to live ~ He called her name.

A God so faithful, kind, and true~
Reached out His love, and made her new.
                           ~~~~
A young teen girl who’d saved that right
for her husband on their wedding night.

Was robbed of something she’d vowed to treasure
for a young man’s evil, selfish pleasure.

A selfish act that changed her path~
Created in her such hate and wrath.

But one night as the girl searched again
for some reason to live~ He called her name.  

A God so faithful, kind, and true~
Reached out His love, and made her new.

                              ~~~~
A battered woman, tired and weak
from empty promises he wouldn’t keep.

Stared in the mirror at empty eyes
that only saw his deceit and lies.

Her baby sleeping in the night~
Pills filled her hand to end her life.

But that night as the woman screamed in pain
for some reason to live~ He called her name.

A God so faithful, kind, and true~
Reached out His love~
And made her~
                            NEW.

                                           LA  Kirby
                                           3/27/09

She shivers as he puts his hand on her forehead.

Ma, you have a fever, he says
and pulls up her blanket.

She closes her eyes to hold back tears.

it's your touch, son, her lips hardly move,
like rain on my arid heart, long awaited,

streams of films roll in her head,
the baby, skin of her skin, blood of her blood,
the umbilical cord never separated,
severed as the baby grew up,
a man of another woman,
the expanding distance
huddling all those cuddles into memories.

It's your touch, my son, it heals.

The son rises to call a doctor.

She knows she has no fever,
only pains of sweet memories.

He hasn't buried the baby within
but today he buried the ashes of his baby
crying like a baby
as the river devoured the bone dusts
and all the remnants
of the cuddles and kisses
hollowing him to remember
the guest of his blood
that would feed on his grief
for the rest of his life.

I followed his footprints in the snow
Thinking his path was the way to go
He didn’t even seem to notice I was there
I spoke to him as we walked but he didn't care
I stopped at several places along the way
He just kept moving forward with nothing to say
After a while I felt so alone and so tired
And I began to drift further and further behind
Though I could still see him way up ahead
He turned onto another path to walk instead..
Eventually I realized I could no longer see
As he moved relentlessly on without me
His footprints start to fade and then they disappear
He never even knew I was near
I stood at the path he turned to walk on...
Unable to move forward
And I turn to walk...
Away...

*Maybe one day our paths will cross again