The Healer
She has the care of wounded warriors;
though their flesh or minds be broken,
she has their care.
Fresh from the horror
they awake into her brighter world,
their eyes and thoughts
still blackened by the grip of death.
She nurses, yet even so,
it is the strength of her words
to the half-fallen; the fully defeated
that heal.
Words that revive
a small flame of hope.
To the armless she says:
“Again You will hold your child.”
To the limb and body maimed,
she declares:
“You shall walk proud once more.”
Even in their shock and pit of despair
they hear her
they hear the truth and steel of her words,
and the voice
of an unconquerable courage
replies within them also.
She speaks thus each day,
they hold to her, follow her.
Gradually they arise within themselves
leave fears dire bed far behind them,
their spirits whole once more.
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