CHAT WITH MOTHER NATURE

I talked to Mother Nature about
making me a trade.

From Summer's oppressive heat,

To Autumn's brilliance and colors of
cooling shade.

Then on to Winter's cold and mantle
white with snow laid so neat.

I want to enjoy the blaze and
welcome of a home built fire.

To sit around with family sharing
stories of what has passed us by

To snuggle next to the one I love
and giving in to our desire.

As we dream of the year to come
of blessings in wait doth lie.

-L. H. Young


NATURAL HEALING

Within the very heart of me
lives the universal power.
Invisible ailments in other's my hands detect
my eyes do see.
Instructions download to my soul,
to heal within the hour.

Healers have ever been misunderstood
Often hanged or burned as witches
when all we did was positive and good.
The fabric of time knit together with tiny stitches.

Twas not a spell was passed
through lips silently moving.
But a prayer to God for healing asked
you're status after, greatly and steadily improving.

Today a healer is reverently admired
even asked for, more the norm.
A doctor's prescriptions soon retired
Where natural healers are taking over by gentle storm.

-L. H. Young



THE FLAME WITHIN

I watched the flames move this way and that as they danced merrily,
while I looked into eyes in the mirror, supposedly belonging to me.
What happened is a question I oft ask myself, along with who am I.
No one has come forth with the answers, not one person to identify.
I was found, unconscious in a city street by someone who seemed to care.
I was hit pretty hard I know that well from the size of the goose egg under my hair.
The doc says I'm special, I have healing hands.
I'm not so sure, but they do get hot when someone sick, near me, stands.
They bring me people the doc can't fix and have me gently touch.
Then they go away, I don't see them again, yet they say "thanks so very much."
I'm left to wonder, to try hard as I may to find out who I am.
So, by watching the flames in my eyes, deep within, the knowledge will pour forth like a dam.

-L. H. Young



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