I was once the "healing",
Locked within my chair.
And when I found I needed help
There was always someone there.
I hear the "healing" start to sing.
I know the song but then,
This time I'll try to hum along,
And maybe sing again.
I hear the "healing" calling,
And I recognize the name.
The faces are all different
But the "healing's" still the same.
I see the "healing" sobbing.
They need to know I care.
I must stop and comfort them,
And let them know I'm there.
I sense the "healing" being warned,
What their future holds in store.
I need to help them step by step,
Until they are whole once more.
I know the sounds of "healing".
I've heard them all first hand.
You need to share your world with them
For they don't understand.
Yes! I know the sounds of "healing",
From others that I see.
God help me try to give to them,
what others gave to me.
Bev Bryant