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
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