Recently, this painting came into my thoughts and, in reflecting on all that’s happening right now, I wrote this:
The Healer comes
Whence shall she come?
Come she must
for we all are dying.
Will we know her
when she comes?
Will we welcome her
in tearful gratitude
or will she be crucified
as another once was?
Will we recognize
her truth,
welcome her healing powers
or damn her
for her differences?
The Healer comes!
Are we willing?
Do we want to be healed?
“I am not ill”, you say
as your finger points away.
“It is he... or she.
It isn’t me.
How can it be?”
The Healer comes
for she knows
what we do not.
She sees
where we cannot.
The Healer comes!
She brings us Light
to overcome the darkness
in our minds,
our hearts,
our very souls
where our true illness lies.
The Healer comes!
It is her time.
It is our time.
We have need of her.
God bless us all!
May we all be healed!
Connie
