I am poem…
Mender of broken souls…
I file the edges of jagged nails,
Torn and clawed by human toil.
I take the salt from human tears
And wash out human pain.
I flow the blood caked deep
Beneath each punctured wound.
I take the weary off their feet,
Washing sand grains between toes.
Come, my child, and walk my shores…
I am mender of human souls.
from Dangerous Woman: Poetry for the Ageless
This is so beautiful, Frances. It speaks to my soul.
How are you doing, Barbara. I’m still in total lockdown even after my two Pfizer shots. I don’t feel safe yet. Please take care….frances
I’m doing well, taking my meds, going to the “room” it seems every 10 ,minutes. I saw my primary today and he said he was glad I took his advice and went immediately to ER because I was in full-blown cardiac failure. Well, I’m 89 coming up on 90. I do want to see my poetry published this year. Barry seems to be dallying. What will be will be Love you my friend.
That’s very exciting about your coming book; be sure to let me know when it’s released. I know what you mean about age…my birthdays are getting too large.
I’m always with you, dear friend. Love, frances