Poultice Poem by Jay Dreamer

A poultice of poetry I write
In honor of Jehovah Rapha,
Source of all life who forms
Hands to forge my words

A page for the mortar
And a pen for the pestle
Grasping with a fervent fear
Vigorously crush and blend

Seeds break open potent
Scents inhaled never before
I offer Him the fragrance

Yet nothing can compare to
The One crushed and poured
Out on me, and on you
Restoring us again and again

Pour it out on the world
Over incurable sorrows
Making all things new. Amen

(Sept.15,2011)