I use my gift to serve the world
Of body, spirit, mind.
To find the way to cure the pain
Within, without, I find
My own life has its share of woes
‘‘Tis here that I begin
To find the salve that heals the wounds
Embedded deep within.
So outward now I turn my gaze
And from this place of pain
The well of healing water streams
A journey does begin
To share the living waters found
At this enchanted stream
To bring the healing back with me
I live my newfound dream.
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Perfect rhythm. Lovely content. The kind of poem I'd like to read more often. God Bless.