On Universal Brotherhood
The myriad moods of the human psyche,
probed and so,soothed by the melding mold of human hands.
Some retreat to inner destinations, and others:
to far distant voice-laden lands.
Behind the Fortress like station;
Where compassion, and tolerance are spiritually supreme.
Difficulty made simple by the silent contract of Nursing.
Therapy duly administered without guile, nor for benefit of self.
But for the resurrection of a few.
Those who knew the value of these useful, instruments of God.
They who invest daily of their own inner lives for the benefit of the physical,
and psychologically sick.
Admiration is metaphorically irrelevant,
as there are none to illustrate the small sacrificial deeds performed for the few,
that benefit all of us, when gone to wayward seed, and permeate desperate need.
In order to illuminate the light from the dark
that sight bereft from that forest of umbilical night.
Where some of us meander, until paths are strewn
for each of us to follow.
A rose petal here, a knowledgeable perfume there,
Into a land where by the hand,
these angels attempt to lead us, in spite of ourselves.
My eyes may be burned, but
The forest isn't so foreboding,
and a glistening hearkening shore is in site,
Bathed in the rivers from those givers,
The Lamplighters of that innermost healing fire.,
Continuously carry-on
The brook, that babbles and laughs, and shimmers
Look! Behold,
The sunlight and fresh water that was silent
Now exclaims:
Be not afraid to wade.
In that sacred angelic spring of wisdom,
For the returns are : Emotional and Ethereal.
As ancient an arboreal as the oldest tree in that impenetrable physic forest
Where a signpost once stood, and has since been cruelly destroyed.
Healers of Humankind
Wrap us in the warmth of Hippocratic selflessness,
to sip from a cupped hand, a small cool vial of Eternity.
From the proffered palms of the healer
We drink our small share of :
Universal;
Brotherhood
E.Grant Striegel
5-28-09