The call

We are not the Healer
We are the balm
   The ointment
    The salve
We ease into the cracks,
  The wounds - The dry places
We ease the irritation, the grief, the hurt.
We prepare the way for divinity.
Go in peace.

Restrained Magic

As of late,  have I watched
The dance between conductor and journeyman
Disciples,  compatriots
Devotees alike
I am entranced by magic that
Woos, cajoles, coaxes
Ultimately bewitching.
My enchanted soul takes lift.