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Saturday, September 9, 2017

Blessed are the healers

“This is the kind of Friend
You are -
Without making me realize
My soul's anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful
Hands.”
                             Hafiz
______________________

Blessed are the healers
Blessed are those who find a way

To take away the pain of others

Those who accept, rather than merely tolerate
Those who forgive
And care

Who sneak up on others
Unawares
And gently
Touch their lives for the better

Blessed is the Lord
For above all others
This god who is love
Finds us
And when we least expect it

Carries away that which
Which is limiting and harmful

In beautiful
Sacred

hands

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