Not all Healers will charge a fee,
Some will appear to touch your pain points,
Fingers Knowing exactly where to press.
Their own heart is a subscription service,
That knot in your back spoke so loudly,
Unperceived Tantric Rhythm, that's a yes.
Eyes Beaming with multiple timelines,
Hairs standing on end, Deserving of respect.
Aware in another life, we once met.
Never telling what they'll do,
Not warning you about the effects of the magic,
It suddenly just beams out of your chest.
Can't stop thinking about it now,
Nor can be brave enough to subscribe,
Memories standing out from the rest.
Sacred caressing to rip the ego to shreds,
Beauty together pre-empting an entire life shift,
The Silent Healer does it best.
The price is life as we know it,
Goosebumps telling a tale and preparing new,
Though you laid with them, now to yourself you must confess.
Contest Name: Illusion of solidity
Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
Illusion of solidity
Once I saw you waiting, seated there for me,
And every day our silent love grew quietly.
Your scent stayed with my soul in every part,
You circled me like moon around earth’s heart.
Spring bloomed inside my autumn garden’s air,
And grief’s deep wound turned soft to healing care.
You were my healer and my love combined,
Joy fell like honey, sweet and undefined.
Then sorrow cut like glass with edges thin,
And showed the cracks I tried to hide within.
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
Now time has turned, the dream has slipped away,
You live in photographs and faded day.
I’m left alone, with smoke where fire used to be,
Chasing solid love that was never meant for me.
the colorful healer stood out in the plant convention
most of us were dressed in dour, drab, earthy clays or browns
the healers from the forests were dressed in a variety of greens.
the colorful healer could be easily spotted wherever she went
she shone like a beacon out of the meadows of greens that day
most of us had never thought to dress like this
we are garden people, tree people, bush and vine people.
She taught us a lot, living her own truth. We were amazed.
Is time a healer
When they widened the road
A two-hundred-year-old olive tree
was removed
It was a crime.
A crime soon forgotten.
What tree? Is asked
There is a Gaza
What Gaza? Is asked
The wind blasts from the sea, a paper cup falls down
I’m gazing at the sand beneath my feet
Why should I listen to these noises on the background
Is there another small cafe around to sit
Time heals but it remains unclear what
The pain subsides, then it evolves into the new
And that new pain is just exactly like the old
Time’s not a goodwill paramedic in my view
Self-deprecation is a healer free of charge
A tunnel vision tunes the optics of the heart
Troubles diminish, and small pleasures look enlarged
The view clears up and there we are, never apart
Sometimes I’m able to perceive the memories
As if I’m living backwards, sit and wait
Just yesterday, I smelled your roses in the breeze
You said you’d called me, but I called you back too late.
I held hands in the depths of anguish,
as Christ once touched the broken,
sitting beside them,
offering comfort through their sorrows.
I held hearts heavy with grief,
lifting them upon my shoulders,
as the Shephard carries His sheep
when their strength is gone.
I walk with them through the midnight of despair,
praying heaven's light would break through;
a ray of mercy guiding them safely home.
Healers are givers;
shadows of the Great Physician,
Unseen,
Unclaimed in the gaps,
unembraced in the storms,
unheard in the cries.
Yet always present,
Always warm,
ever bearing joy where darkness lingers.
We hold stories unspoken,
fears that cloud our sight,
truths that shakes us to the core.
We too are broken,
yet still we mend;
we too are weary,
yet still, we rise.
For grace keeps us steady,
love makes us strong,
and hope whispers:
what we pour out into others,
one day shall return to us;
full, and overflowing.
My oath, a word, a mission, a law,
to walk the sacred path of being human—
fierce, and yet profoundly kind.
My soul, a compass, divinely aligned.
I heal with a thousand salient balms—
words, deeds, and quiet thought.
For wounds unseen and histories unsaid,
a constant, quiet redemption I've sought.
I am a living truth of mercy's deep mechanics.
A quiet hand that mends the broken, a boundless sea of grace.
If my silence disturbs you,
know I am choosing health
over hollow greatness, over loud display,
and the fleeting shimmer of cheap grace.
My strength is born in stillness,
a vow my heart will keep.
I am good, not merely nice.
See me in the arc where Priest, Prophet, and King
bend toward justice.
our father in heaven
hallowed be your name
thank you for your gift of healing
thank you for getting us through no matter how we are feeling
you help us through illness and can heal disease
if we believe
we can recieve
you may heal us physicaly or emotionaly
you heal our soul
you are God our healer that makes us whole Amen.
you help me every day to do my job
to bring smiles and comfort to others
no matter how much my legs hurt
no matter about the lumps and bumps
you give me strength to keep going
to do as i was called to do
and i am thankful that i will be touched by you.
phlebitis or supetficial thrombosis can not hold me back.
it passes and heals. thank you for healing time and time again no matter what my legs are going through whenever i get a flare up, thank you that you sustain me
i can do all things through him that gives me strength Amen.
I'm listening
As she was singing
A song so healing
Taking away all traumas
She's a healer and a redeemer.
Her voice
So lovely
A rare tune
Without auto tuning
She gives
Absolute melodies.
Rhythm like never
So rare
Very harmonizing
Giving me
Butterflies in my Stomach.
I have seen what He can do
Admired all that He has done
It was for all the people
That His race was actually won
Behold my child now listen
To the things I have to say
Important things that you should know
To tell them all one day
It's that Christ is a true healer
Some think it's magic but it's not
To everyone He is a healer
Believe me miracles' what He's got
How surprising the ocean
Has its healing power
When you share
Your worries with it
It will fade away
It's also a breathtaking
As you smell the crisp air
So tender and so relaxing
It feels a good companion
When you're alone and lonely
It makes you renew and easy
It is happiness beyond compare
Nature is a great Doctor
Of a broken heart and a patient.
Inspired by Time is the Healer by Glenn Hughes
It's an old expression.
Time heals every wound.
It's not an easy lesson
when you've been marooned.
It's an old expression.
A watched pot won't boil,
and your depression
won't lift or uncoil.
Time is the healer.
Don't worry about "when".
Pretty soon we'll see yer
back on your feet again.
Care for me please
Cover me with fleece
Be my solid pillar
And my heart's healer
For all I need is peace
Quote: “The healing power of time is not a myth but a reality. Given enough time, most emotional pain eases and eventually disappears altogether.” – Allan J. Adler
Time, the alchemist of wounds,
When my heart is shattered, and despair consumes,
I am imprisoned in dungeons of darkness and solitude,
But time's fleeting touch offers solace, a momentary interlude.
Time, the mender of sorrows,
Weaving a tapestry of healing tomorrows,
Yet the heart remains in fragments, shattered and torn,
Your presence lingers, in every sunbeam and moonlit morn.
It may take an age, a lifetime or more,
To find someone who understands the depths I explore,
Together we'll embrace the blossoms, the birds, and the bees,
Discovering pearls in oysters, on sun-kissed shores by the seas.
Time, the essence that forever slips away,
In my pursuit, I often forget the love that holds sway,
Attachments and desires, earthly and crude,
Peace of mind resides in relinquishing their delude.
For in surrendering to the divine's embrace,
Time finds eternity, a tranquil, timeless space.
POEM TO RENEE, MASTER HEALER
Perfectly proportioned Greek goddess
except her philosophies were
somewhat eastern
or eternal
Gold locks alight
magical medicine woman
aflame with Sakara heat
feeds us walnuts
wrapped in dates
Blond lashes thick as a
witches broom
crown holding
vine veins entwined
Serpent spirited
she blows crimson notes
into our stretched out
poignant palms
Dissolve untenable
unfathomable fears !
dissipate sorrows of souls…
silver wing tips of nightingales
come, come, pierce skin
fly far with Masters and
angels into Olympus
of open oracles
Remember Power, balance
peace, ChristLight
Mother Mary, ease
Michael and Chamuel
clapped clanging away
sores sliced ignorance
opened organs
spun wheels
Too urgent, so urgent
forgetting Love is
patient
I did not know
her time was
very near
I am mourning
My Beloved Master
©ghairodanielspoetry&song2000
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