aunt bea
hasn’t been
feeling well
this week
her sister
suggested
that a visit
to a local faith healer
might not be
such a bad idea
aunt bea
said
some folks
don’t need
to go to church
to find god’s healing hands
all you got to do
she said
is open your eyes
look around
at
the wonders
of
nature
the art
created
without
one
human hand
a doorway
to
the heavens
above your head
filled
with a thousand
angel’s eyes at night
and
a thousand hymns
of joy
from birds
with light’s
first peek
into the new day
it’s laying
of
god’s hands
upon
the troubled waters
for
souls
seeking
something more
than
institutionalized
amens
and
hallelujahs
© 2017, poem and illustration, Charles W. Martin
I enjoyed this piece on more than one level, Charles. It says something about the enduring value of appreciating what we have in front of our eyes, without ever having to plunder nature’s bounty.
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