Do you know someone who heals,
in whose presence you feel whole
you do not have to bow or kneel
nor beg nor fool nor cajole?
Do you know another whose care
and ability to reach inside
erases doubt and lays you bare
your doubt and pride are laid aside?
Distrust in me is the boulder rock
that averts, delays and hesitates,
stems the tide and sadly blocks
the flowing stream of healing grace.
who will keep the keepers?
we are the patron saint of broken souls, bearing the weight of the sorrows of others; yet who will carry ours?
who dares to hold us up when our hearts are too heavy for the chests that carry them?
we are the menders of broken minds, we fix the fragmented psyche; but who will sew our tattered edges?
november 14th, 2014
the lament shared between sisters, empaths, and psychologists.
She sits and cries,
She cries and waits,
She waits for someone,
Someone to help,
But no one comes
No one helps,
She waits as she cries
She cries as she sits
Next to a boy
Who sits and cries.
Sometimes we get stuck in our own problems and just wait for someone to notice, we get so stuck that we don't notice others.
Let's give tribute to our vets,
Best diagnosticians yet,
Can they mend a broken wing?
Yes, and most other animal things,
The pets don't know what's wrong,
Vets say, "It won't take long,"
Animal healers are the best,
Mute animals get healing yet!
Hands are for healing,
Balms for calming,
From many lands,
To salve and ease,
Hands for comforting,
Hands are for healing.
— The End —