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.
The Roadside Medicine Sellers
Are Pharmacists' bold tellers
Of an enduring contest
Not unlike a weighted test!
Ever waxing Drug Dealers
Competing as Sure Healers
But spinning laughing profits
For all their being cursed misfits!
Shame to legalizing Laws
Unbolting illegal doors,
Patent Medicine - obtained Rights
A From - Reality Fool's flights
That often drop a body
For a post - Morten study
What a crazy patronage
Of Butchers in Tactful Age
Hardly like us for neck ties
Their tie - free neck for loud lies
Oh' how their shelves kick with drugs
In their stores Persian Rugs
Their Sales' Facilitators
The Non - Stop Oscillators
Admit men ,though, we're the cause
Before customers long pause
Smiles not customer- friendly
Handshakes not given grandly
Lordly prices for packets
The released picture Rackets.
The Healers in Ecuador
Ecuador lush greens, and iguanas galore
The smell of the Hibiscus so sweet they implore
The hunches of folk maidens found in books
Adventures in paradise; listening to brooks
Healing the soul from whence it came
Releasing the bondages from deadly games
The essence of breath found in the jungle untamed.
The healers explored vast botany ignored
Within the person the pilgrims restored
Instead of a pharmacy excepting a bribe
Drops from lush plants heal souls that subscribe
And, hope soars as the eagles proclaim,
The Boehme folk maidens brushed them and gently lay claim
Healing for anyone without any shame
Thanking The Earth for royal bounties it shares
Requesting in return to replenish its’ ware
This poem is dedicated to Ingrid Neiman and Dr. Induli "The Healers of Ecuador"
By Bonnie Jennings
Dancing dragons amongst the twilight realm
Wounded warriors appear who stand at the helm
Their spirit attracts the bringers of the dawn
As the sparrows rejoice with merriment and song
They manifest through dimensional drift
Bringing with them great powers and wit
Mystic magicians who wave their golden wand
To cries of anguish must they respond
Hands that gently sprinkle dusts of gold
As they make new of what was old
Eyes that glare with infinite light
As their bodies resonate with second sight
Vivid visions that they have seen
The keys that unlock and soon will clean
Spirit soul body and mind
A spiritual sleep to help unwind
Children of light who battle the forces of dark
Heal thy wounds before you embark
Let the unicorns be your guides
As you travel timeless space and heaven's tides.
Feb.09.2016 ^WW^
A break in the clouds,
Sunshine warms my face.
As I look up to the sky,
And await my fate.
Crimes they say I've commited,
Least ways, in the eyes of man.
To pay for what I've done,
For being at one with the land.
Persecution haunts me,
Through every waking hour.
Tearing right through to the bone,
Bile rising, tasting sour.
My fear is unimaginable,
As I wait to meet my doom.
The torch is lit, a spark is born,
The fire ignites my broom.
What was it? I'm left wondering,
Did I do that was so wrong?
I've healed and helped and nurtured,
I thought that I belonged.
As the flames rise higher,
I feel the pain no more.
I smile and leave my body,
To the clouds above I soar.
©.L.Kelly
medics trained to heal
wounded warriors trained to kill,
kind, cruel, both real !
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