I think healers
Come into our life
At unexpected times
In unexpected ways
Sometimes they look
Like a lover
Or a friend
A stranger
A dog.
Sometimes they look
Like a tree
The sea
Stillness
In the sky.
If we keep our eyes wide open
They will show up exactly
When we need them
At the exact hour
Of our greatest pain.
They are always with us
In different shapes or guise
Their metamorphosis from
Ordinary to extraordinary
Is divinely written and
Exquisitely transcendent
They are the miracle
We fervently prayed for
The life raft in the storm.
Their healing powers
Come in many forms.
A kind word that soothes
Our heavy heart
A tender touch that eases
Our crushed spirit
A kiss on the cheek that lifts
Our despairing thoughts
An embrace that lightens
Our unbearable burdens.
