Healer, Hold My Heart
Healer, hold my heart,
For I have such an ache!
Wounded is my heart–
Burning at the stake.
Healer, hold my heart!
Yes, it will heal in time,
But now is when I need
The oil and the wine.
What has been my crime?
Did I deserve this ache?
Or is it love divine,
My sacrifice to make?
Healer, hold my heart,
For I have such an ache;
Wounded is my heart
For someone else’s sake.
Poem and artwork by
Karen Gladys Henry © 2009
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