Healing Hands
My dear daughter,
I watch
As you give your trust
Placing your small hand
Inside God’s glove
Pain’s siren cry begs you to quit
Ever mindful of its power
Still, you refuse
Its hypnotic cry
Instead you toil
Loving, building
Parenting, befriending
Doing what is needed
Recovery lumbers forward
Reptilian in nature
Unaware of the path
Following its homing instincts
Knowing there is more
Unsure how to arrive
At the light
Setbacks shatter the spirit
Like the finest crystal
Falling, falling
Splintering, splintering
Onto the caked and hardened earth
Diamond-like shards lay
Glittering in the sun
Healing’s presence reappears
Mysteriously untouched
Golden orbs undulating
Musical, joyful
Arctic lights
Shimmering green and red
Play along earth’s edges
Uncovering connections
An inner voice whispers
You are not alone
Unconditional love remains
Unbidden, unknown, rediscovered
Children laugh
Family support
Friends pray
Self-compassion lightens the load
A mother nods, knowing
God’s glove
Tightens its grip
On her daughter’s small hand
Dec 14, 2013
Copyright © Kathleen Kroll | Year Posted 2016
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