Miracle Healer
I hadn’t thought of him for years,
this miracle man of my youth.
The sleeping prophet, in dream state
who spoke such healing words of truth.
He’d been raised a simple farm boy.
Edgar Cayce (casey) was his real name.
Unlike greedy, modern prophets,
he did not profit from his fame.
All he needed to start working
was the location and a name
and he’d diagnose an illness
with correct remedy for same.
It didn’t matter if you were
to be half of a world away,
he could tell you just what ailed you.
He was so far beyond his day.
He did all this while he was sleeping
that miracle man of long ago.
We couldn't ask him how he did it,
for he truly didn't know.
Edgar Cayce has been studied
by the great scientific minds.
That answer to his special powers,
was not to be among their finds.
His concoctions never harmed one
as some more modern potions do,
and the patients who have tried them
declare that healing hype is true.
I am going to my health store
to buy his famed castor oil pack.
The next time it starts in hurting
I’ll place that pack upon my back.
(I believe you can still get Edgar Cayce remedies today.) Won first place
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