The Healer

The energy dances merrily across my hand
Heat whirling and swirling swiftly along the plane

I sit and feel in absolute wonder
And marvel as the pain fades into the light

It is the work of a healer
Who has the magical touch

From where comes this energy?

It just does, says the dealer
Don’t worry so much about that stuff

Note: Spelling, invented new words and other errors strictly intentional. Copywrite Eugene Veinotte all rights reserved

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