Faith Healer
Every Wednesday he held a healing service for the sick
since Betty's cancer had spread to a point of no return
Fr. N was the only one she followed, with faith unbroken;
He stood at the front of the church and called us over
one by one. Up we went with all of our hurts and pains;
He healed by instinct and Godly knowledge, of this I have
not doubt.
Sadly, Betty did pass but not before receiving inner peace,
which that in itself was the greatest miracle of all...
Years later upon my return from Pittsburgh I visited this quiet
Anglican church with the hope of healing something deep inside
of me. My soul had been hungering for acceptance for many years.
"One of you is here to heal their inner child" he said,
"whomever you are please come up and receive your healing. "
I felt like he was talking to me so I got up and walked up the isle
towards him. He held a bottle of Olive oil in his right hand, after
anointing me he whispered, "Why do I hold a vision of split acorns
in my head ? "
Unbeknownst to him, I had just come back from a forest located
in Pittsburgh. I had actually picked acorns, and turning them in
my hands, I had noticed they were split and took them home with
me in a bag to glue together.
I went down like a soft feathered bird and when I came to,
I wept for half an hour, until all my fears subsided,
When it came to this special priest there was nowhere to hide,
he was a faith healer of the truest kind, always on your side...
December 3, 2020
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