Ellen Woodard

(W. Covina, California, USA)

The Healer

I looked to the sky in hopes of a bright new day.
But all I could see was dark clouds ahead.
I searched and I searched the whole day through;
But peace was too far beyond my reach.
How can the world be so cold and bleak?
To one who cries out in sobbing pleas.
Who can tell us what lies ahead,
If all we can see is gloom and dread.
There is only one place you can look to for relief,

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