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
Gentle as a dove,
Eyes mirroring the vast ocean.
They dwell in solitude, their thoughts veiled.
Giving more than taking,
They seek and dream through life's commotion.
Unraveling the secrets it has woven.
Their place lies amidst nature's embrace,
Gifted by God with music and grace,
Endowed to mend souls, to heal and embrace.
An aura of zest and zeal they exude,
In worlds of fantasy and imagination, they elude.
Driven not by demons, but a desire to heal,
To share their unique view of a mundane ordeal,
Breathing fresh life into the mundane and surreal.
Sacrificing all for the sake of art,
Weathering life's lightning storms with a fiery heart.
Lovers of words, architects of thoughts they prove,
Aiding hearts to mend, souls to move.
They are the healer of Souls.
Dedicated to all poets.
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.
In healing there is believing
In believing there is healing
For faith of being cured
May be the answer to unpleasant feeling
May 21, 2023
You've been through a lot, I know it's true
And I'm here to comfort and support you
When memories come back, just breathe and let go
It's time to heal and let your true self glow
People may change and make you the villain
But remember your worth, it's not your burden
Their anger and hurt is not your own
Let go of their pain, and let your heart be shown
You loved them with all your heart and soul
But it's okay to be angry and set a boundary goal
You're not self-centered, you're taking care of you
And that's something they may not understand, it's true
Don't let their words get to you, you're not alone
I'm here for you, and I'm sure you have a throne
Where you reign in your power and your might
You are a force to be reckoned with, shining bright
So don't putty in their hand, stand tall and be strong
You are worthy of love and happiness all along
And as you move forward, let your heart lead the way
You'll find the love and peace you deserve, every day.
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