Healing Hands
I am a healer.
I have healing hands.
I massage love
back into ailing
heart and soul
of my lover.
Back into the overtired
exhausted broken body
of the one I love.
She came to me
for a moment of peace.
She came to me
for a feeling of security.
She came to me
to laugh and to cry.
She comes to me
to rest restore
the creative harmony
of a unique kindred soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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