Spectrum of Healing Touches

This tanned wee white child of Welsh-English With a bit of American Indian flowing like a creek running through the meadow; p-h-y-s-i-o-l-o-g-y spelled out loud Daddy was proud of his four year-old girl raven haired, black eyes flashing with pride feed sack dresses in pretty shades of pinks the only thing country about me other than pinto beans corn bread and iced tea. I grew to be sixty-five inches tall skinny as a rail committed to serving the Lord as a nurse I’ll go where you want me to go. Dear Lord On some far away mission field— Didn’t know where Just a dreamin’ and flutterin’ butterfly Touching one beautiful spot then another Where He leads me I will follow… I’ll go with Him thru the garden Just knew it would be by a hospital someplace. Mom wanted to be a nurse but wasn’t maybe she passed on her thoughts like a momma bird feeds her young bit by bit each day until full growth taken place. Finally I was a grown up Registered Nurse Running down the halls like a racehorse at times Taking care of the down and outs or the up and ins all of them had the same needs whether black or white man or woman – they all had needs I walked proud – white in white Shiny black hair only contrast. I wanted to be a nurse crying when crying needed laughing when laughing came praying to comfort or praying to make it through a shift helping as best I could to make all better – Ebony, white, red, brown or yellow Mankind’s color wheel generation following generation hurts, healing, sorrow, gladness rotating compassionate care Through the stages Throughout the ages; A butterfly touching lives Gently hushing the cry of a newborn baby Lullaby and Good Night closing the eyes of the dying Near to the heart of God