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 available through Xulon Press. To learn more about the book, click here]
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