Healers Story Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Healers Story



Stories repeat
but to tell theirs
People compete
Every day I sit in
that 'confessional' box
trying to heal,
Sometimes merely trying to detox
I am just an instrument of God
if he chooses me,
I get blessings from the lot

Friday, May 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loyd C Taylor Sr 19 May 2014

Hello poet Nalini, I enjoyed this deep spiritual piece, well done, Loyd PS: Please come and visit my work when you can!

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Buddy Christian 16 May 2014

No place better than that confessional box my friend.

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