April has been a time of journey for me through this land of blogging.
I am grateful to all who have accompanied me as I shared various prayers and poems created from the hearts and voices of many who perceive themselves as voiceless. I hope these writings have given sound to both the sadness and the hope that can arise when one seeks to heal from abuse.
Today’s poem references the balm of Gilead and refashions it as healing for the soul.
As always, you are welcome to share these words with someone you think might benefit from hearing or reading them. I simply ask that you credit me appropriately as the author:
and how does the healing balm flow?
does it enter, ooze, seep deliberately into the cracks of my facade and then
I notice that something like honey
has coated the heart?
it is strange and wondrous
begun so very slowly,
and only over time,
it requires my cracks to remain
just slightly ajar
in hopeful vigil
for the healing balm
flowing once more
over this shattered soul.
©Nancie Chmielewski updated 4/27/15