As if I were a wounded warrior
She rubs me down with fragrant oil
Touching, kneading, rubbing
Tired shoulders and sore muscles.
Her healing touch eases the turmoil,
Slowly pushes away the terror
of the outside world. Something
in the steady rhythm of her strokes
soothes away pain and years.
In her hands I am the cherished child.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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5 Responses to Healer

  1. emmylgant says:

    I think the human touch is necessary for our health. When we are surrounded by friends and family, plentiful hugs fill that need, but when we live alone, then a good massage really helps. That’s the healing touch for me.


  2. alarmingman says:

    I love the exquisite sense of gratitude in this.


  3. mixedupmeme says:

    Sometimes the healing touch is getting away from friends and family. They often shape you into something you really don’t feel you are or want to be.
    A blog is like a good massage. lol


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