The Man

poem in ryming quatrains

 

 

 

 

The man.

 

Large hands, work scarred and powerful

Their every movement is precise

 though they are far from beautiful.

The skills they hold beyond all price..

 

 A healers hands which banish pain

 surprising in their gentleness

His methods he cannot explain

there are no words which can express.

 

From whence comes his ablilty

to bring his fellow men relief.

His time and talents given free

 he asks for nothing but belief.

 

He does not claim that he can heal

 but says that it is up to you.

He knows the power source is real

that he will help you tap into.

 

The gift he has is certainty

 His faith allows no room for doubt.

You may be cured you may not be

 at least he will relieve your pain.

 

He’ll tell you that it’s up to you

His efforts fail if doubts remain.

Why shouldn’t you believe it’s true.

You’ve naught to lose and all to gain.

 

12-Mar-08

Reviews

[Ani Ashford]

Thank you. This is such a beautiful poem. I work with a healing energy, and this truly honours the power of belief and the energy of love.

[Rodwonder]

Hey, this is good... It's take on the healing hands is deep and resounding how we put our trust in others. I love poetry that makes you think of things we take for granted.