The Healer

There is power in actions that break our hearts
There is power in stories that cut
There is power in words which cast doubt or blame
like bullets they shoot; they kill

There is power in events we don't wish to recount
Recounting sears more than the scars
Be Still, Arise from your sleep
How would we know there is light, there is peace
when thoughts betray all that is good?

Look to the past, past this torment of grief
and remember the manifold ways
God renewed us, restored us,
dried tears from our eyes
to ground us
in love once again

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