Listening to the Leaves
I remember someone once telling me that she picked the home she did in part because of the way the particular trees in the yard rattled in the breeze.
Have you stopped to listen to the leaves before they fall?
"The Wounded Healer" - A Poem
The Wounded Healer I’ve got a cut that ain’t quite healed I’ve got bruises still swollen - black and blue I’ve got scars that you can’t see But I’ll share them each with you I’ve got a cut from whence power wields You’ve got a bruise that matches me I’ve got scars I didn’t ask for We’re both limping from what we received I ain’t got no snake oil to sell you Only an open heart and ear And if you’d care to sit a spell I’ll sit with you - I’ll stay right here Because a man once took his share of cuts They bruised him black and blue From his scars poured blood and water He knows how you feel too To hell with polished brass and boots Don’t join the grand parade Dip out of the ranks and come with me There’s a new army being made And not one of us keeps brisk pace - not a one We step to our slowest afar and afield Because there’s only one way you can serve with us You’ve got to have cuts that ain’t quite healed -By Nathan Lyke based on the book The Wounded Healer by Henri J. M. Nouwen
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