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Spectrum of Healing Touches

This tanned wee white child of Welsh-English
With a bit of American Indian flowing 
like a creek running through the meadow;
p-h-y-s-i-o-l-o-g-y spelled out loud
Daddy was proud of his four year-old girl
raven haired, black eyes flashing with pride
feed sack dresses in pretty shades of pinks
the only thing country about me
other than pinto beans corn bread and iced tea.
I grew to be sixty-five inches tall skinny as a rail
committed to serving the Lord as a nurse
I’ll go where you want me to go. Dear Lord
On some far away mission field—
Didn’t know where
Just a dreamin’ and flutterin’ butterfly
Touching one beautiful spot then another
Where He leads me I will follow…
I’ll go with Him thru the garden
Just knew it would be by a hospital someplace.
Mom wanted to be a nurse but wasn’t
maybe she passed on her thoughts like 
a momma bird feeds her young 
bit by bit each day until full growth taken place.

Finally I was a grown up Registered Nurse
Running down the halls like a racehorse at times
Taking care of the down and outs or the up and ins
all of them had the same needs whether black or white
man or woman – they all had needs
I walked proud – white in white
Shiny black hair only contrast.
I wanted to be a nurse
crying when crying needed
laughing when laughing came
praying to comfort  or praying to make it through a shift
helping as best I could
to make all better –

Ebony, white, red, brown or yellow
     Mankind’s color wheel
            generation following generation
hurts, healing, sorrow, gladness
                rotating compassionate care
Through the stages
Throughout the ages;
A butterfly touching lives
hushing the cry of a newborn baby 
        Lullaby and Good Night
closing the eyes of the dying
               Near to the heart of God


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  1. Date: 11/25/2012 9:56:00 AM
    What a wonderful woman YOU are..I wish I had thought I could do this. I grew up into a healer too but a massage therapist, i thought my brain would explode with those courses HOW smart you must be..but it is your compassion that serves man best! Light & Love