The Healing Touch Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Though the flesh is weak, the spirit is ready and willing
Solitary songs as well as songs in chorus dwell in me ringing
May be vanity, I am confident there is something beyond sound and fury
My notes are simply waves on the surging ocean, yet they are surging
I am grateful to Bounty infinite that I am alive and singing
Perhaps my lyrical notes lack beauty or charm, still I sing
Though brief, my brethren and I be allowed intense singing
Thou granted sweetness to my anguished syllables raging
Thy all- healing touch lent my entire singing great effect soothing