A Healers Prayer

I pray for me to be there for you,
To hold space and to care for you,
To clear my vision and open my eyes,
To see your despair and to realize.
I pray for me to be humble and pure,
To sing healing songs while you tumble and cure,
To send out love and ground down that pain,
While the tears from your cry fall around you like rain.
I pray for me to trust this old process,
To heal myself true and open this fortress,
To beg for forgiveness, respect and love,
To honor this journey that is guided from above.
I pray for me to watch you grow,
While you wander around with that wonderful glow,
To pray for you while you pray to be free,
I'll sit in this love, in this honor and see.
Published
December 6, 2022
Author
Andrew Mee
Category
Poetry
Thoughts & poetry

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In that thought, we could detach at either end of the spectrum, and thus misplace many hours, days, weeks, months or years indeed, enveloped in times of extreme happiness or sadness.

I have spent many years on both ends of this spectrum, only momentarily experiencing the true feelings wrapped in each moment.

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We can all recall a moment or moments in time where joy was at its peak, and yet time seemed to stand still.....

It is times like these, where we are truly present, in the moment, alive, together.

So I leave this post with a thought......

Live..... breathe..... feel..... Glorify each moment with your "presence", and who knows, we may actually LIVE..... FOREVER.....

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