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]