Healing Hands

My dear daughter, I watch As you give your trust Placing your small hand Inside God’s glove Pain’s siren cry begs you to quit Ever mindful of its power Still, you refuse Its hypnotic cry Instead you toil Loving, building Parenting, befriending Doing what is needed Recovery lumbers forward Reptilian in nature Unaware of the path Following its homing instincts Knowing there is more Unsure how to arrive At the light Setbacks shatter the spirit Like the finest crystal Falling, falling Splintering, splintering Onto the caked and hardened earth Diamond-like shards lay Glittering in the sun Healing’s presence reappears Mysteriously untouched Golden orbs undulating Musical, joyful Arctic lights Shimmering green and red Play along earth’s edges Uncovering connections An inner voice whispers You are not alone Unconditional love remains Unbidden, unknown, rediscovered Children laugh Family support Friends pray Self-compassion lightens the load A mother nods, knowing God’s glove Tightens its grip On her daughter’s small hand Dec 14, 2013