The Art of Healing
Where can one go who needs to heal
Whose brokenness is on display?
I wish that I could take you there,
Appropriate the pain you feel,
And so relieve those wounds of day
That frequently are hard to share.
Where can one go who needs to heal?
I ask this also for myself.
I find I loathe pain just like you
And sometimes try to make a deal
With demon or with gnarly elf,
Prefer quick fix to deeper view.
Where can one go who needs to heal?
Can healing really ever start
If wounding’s lessons are ignored?
Should health be something we can steal,
No consequence for devil’s art,
No pain for falling on your sword?
Where can one go who needs to heal?
Where’s kiss to mitigate our fear?
Where’s safety net to break our fall?
What chance there’s even a last meal?
Well, do you give what you hold dear?
Is Golden Rule your all in all?
Long Tooth
April 29, 2016
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2016
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