Song of the Cirrus Cloud

Holy Healer, settle me . . .

so that I would submit my soul

to the leading of Your Spirit.

Wash my mind with the Bridal veil of Your peace.

~

Create in me the warm ambient glow

that invites frightened souls

to draw near to the Stillness.

~

Let me cradle the delicate threads

of patience, kindness, and gentleness

with tender hands that are practiced

in meticulous care

(for I want to be a weaver of

the fabric of the heart).

~

Remind me to move slowly

as though in an ICU.

Grant me the grace to know the subtlety and nuance

of Your quiet Whisper

as I gingerly apply the oil of Your truth

to dressings that must daily be changed.

~

Let me carefully, slowly,

peel back the linen of Your righteousness and purity

which absorbs out of us

the festering infection of old wounds . . .

sustained by searing words that sank through the spirit

branding with third-degree lies.

~

[From the book The Voice of Rachel Weeping: A Creative Journey of Compassion, Healing, and Hope for Abused Women]

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