In the physical, they walk,
touching all who come near.
Some, drawn to their essence,
Some, pull back in fear.

No matter the method
of how they do speak.
Doling out healing,
to those wounded and weak.

Different specialties
in healing, among them they have.
Their light will surround you,
your wounds, they will salve.

Giving you courage and guidance with love.
Yes, the healing flows through them,
The wounded healers called Shamans,
A gift from above...........................

Missing my sister of reflection, (((((Poet)))))

((((LAMom))))) for 'chu and others on this site, I thank you and yup, its time for the owl (grandma, my first teacher of acceptance)!!!!

trying something out

Don't know if it'll work or not.[/] trying still

Well, I'm a little closer

Wench, very nice

Nice write!

a good write in my thoughts

I love ya so much as does Ms poet,,, You know she is not far and always hear's and feel's ya,, Your words grace my Soul with the softness of your Heart,, ya your a softy,,,lol,,, You my dear mean more to me than words could fully describe,,, My love is endless as our my tears when you feel pain,,, Forever our Circle flows,..... You my dear are my light in the tunnel,, my eyes when i am blind, my ears when i just plain Refuse to see,,, from my soul to yours,,,

Good write...

(((Wench)))

I miss my Poet too

Good write girl