In times of pain and sorrow deep, When wounds are fresh and feelings creep, We turn to words, both kind and true, To soothe the soul, and see us through.
Let healing come with every rhyme, A balm to ease the ache in time, And let the words of love and grace, replace the hurt that we now face.
May hope and joy now take their place, And fill our hearts with light and grace, So that we may once more rise up, And see the fullness in the cup.
Let every stanza, every line, Bring peace and calmness to the mind, And as we read these words anew, May healing come, and make us new.
So let us turn to poetry, To find the solace that we seek, And know healing is at hand, Whenever we can understand. Continue reading →