Healers
Pill dispensers automate,
mechanize and obfuscate,
overriding human needs
with tinny tunes in place of deeds.
True healers are the ones who know
the bright-lit ways to go and glow.
Giving, living every day
they shine with every golden ray.
Wonderment and rainbow skies
are the healers' highest prize.
They well know their deeds will last
far beyond the ones who cast
clouds of doubt on every light
and winds of fear on quiet night.
Healers choose the sun-kissed shores,
the gentle rain-tinged open doors.
Their free ways go beyond the norm
while lightly clad in their own form.
Feathered thoughts fill open minds,
accompanying their human kinds,
while sound-lit tunes and fine-spun songs
replace the wounds and right the wrongs.
Margery Layton
4-98
