Healing
Once I was very sick~
I then wrote about prayer,
it gave my life a real healing flair.
I got a phone call~
my dad was dying,
a poem came alive to heal my soul.
I lost my angel in a fur coat~
healing words hit the paper,
telling about her in all her glory.
Healing comes from above~
to heal the mind~body and soul,
ink and paper make a lasting scroll.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2025
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