Healing Hands

A long, lost dream lay dormant for many years Beneath a constant sea of delays and indecision Stuck in a routine so unappealing to my spirit Hours spent in self indulgence became the norm of each day It did promote team spirit however, did nothing for my famished soul At break of dawn, the alarm clock would sound, Anger stirred deep in my soul; hindering my commune with God Then along came Holy Matrimony, or so I thought it was Graciously, light revealed the cobwebs that draped my life It was then, at that crossroad where clarity and strength revived My inspiration, one consolation, an angel sent from above In defining ways, she would teach me what it means to truly love With no expectations, no remuneration, observing in awe and pure joy It was no accident that I found my lost dream in yesterday’s ruins These gentle hands are blessed to heal, love and give care