Healers carry no banners.
They heal with their eyes.
Reaching across rooms that transcend the innocents,
They peer into wounds
From nights that cracked
And left roots shattered.
And they wait,
they wait...
Until we have rested in rain long enough.

For they know, they know..
It is the stillness that heals us all.

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