Health And Psychiatry Poem by James McLain

In quiet chambers where the mind may rest,
The ambient air is soft, a healer's hand;
A calm descends, a balm for hearts distressed,
As phobias dissolve like shifting sand.

The trembling shadows flee where light endures,
A garden blooms within the troubled soul;
The laughter of the happy reassures,
And broken spirits slowly become whole.

Oh, gentle beasts, companions in our care,
With fur and feather, silent wisdom share;
Their gaze unspoken, yet it soothes despair,
A simple presence easing every tear.

Among the leaves, the healing breezes play,
And sunlit paths lead outward to the day.
Health is a journey, winding, ever vast,
But calm and love can mend the aching past.

So let us gather here, in peace abide,
For light and kindness will the dark divide.