The Healer Comes

One day, a couple of years ago, this painting happened.  I had no preconceived idea or picture in mind.  I simply put the brush to paper and this is the result.  I titled it, “The Healer Comes”.

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