“Healing….”
Healing comes in a million ways.
A mother’s touch,
The breaking waves.
The beating sun,
On a furrowed brow.
Healing deep.
Here and Now.
Healing is the song you sing
That takes you back – to where you’ve been.
To heal the past, the now and then.
Put the old behind.
Begin again.
Healing is touch.
It is sight and sound.
It is light and dark.
It is lost and found.
Let healing in,
in every way.
Don’t start healing tomorrow.
Start healing today.
Jules xxx
SoulPoet