HealingA Poem by ButterflymomWrestling my old demons Distraught over circumstance Hands filled with light and power Lift me up softly with unyielding love Filling me with such peace Quietly, I remember, and breathe from His sacred breath I bathe in the well of his compassion And am nourished by his words Leaping once again I open my arms And stand on trust I have in him © 2009 ButterflymomAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 10, 2009 Last Updated on June 11, 2009 AuthorButterflymomKYAboutI am a Licensed Clinical Social Worker (psychotherapist) that has worked in the field for almost 20 years. My experience is vast, and I've worked with diverse populations. My interest in writing is t.. more..Writing
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