Healer: A poem by Margaret E. Jones

[Guest guest]

Hello lovies,

 

Wanted to share a poem I came across. Light and love to all, and

have a wonderful weekend!

 

Imparting her gift

out of places in her heart,

compassion surges through her hands

melting into softness

at her fingertips.

With the mastering of a pianist,

she wields finger

into knotted muscles,

senses the throes of anguish,

and generates the

visceral music or healing.

She cradles pain

within her palms,

nuturing it into trust;

the safety of her touch

releases sufferinginto light.

Anyone can give a massage.

The gifts of a healer

are paragons of spirituality;

love, light, and truth

from the heart.