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Divine
by Christine Thibeault Trust and forgiveness are divine roots
that have soaked her soul with healing,
yet the bandage that binds her past
still leaves her scabs to bleed.
Her smile, her laugh...infinite specs of "hippocracy",
She struggles to break free from her own twisted perceptions.
Calling to the highest of high, her pleading is answered.
Inner peace clothes her thoughts, remembrances, and entire being.
Slowly her scabs heal,
her smile and laugh now genuine.
Faith is now the most divine of roots
that heals her soul.
All bandages removed,
all scabs unveiled...
slowly she heals.
01/24/2010 Posted on 01/24/2010
Copyright © 2025 Christine Thibeault
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/24/10 at 04:31 PM ...wonderful...... |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/24/10 at 05:15 PM HELLO and welcome. This poem fits the personality of a healing nurse who also is in need of nursing her own wounds.On first reading,I thought perhaps you had a typo for the word "hippocracy" meaning "hypocrisy".But it may have been your intent, afterall, for I realize "Hippocrates" was Greek physician and father of medicine.It is a lovely poem all the same, and I hope you do not mind my pointing out the typos or possible typos.(like "remembrances"). "Soal" may not have been intended to be "soul". It is an actual word referring to the sole of the foot and is a varient spelling. When I read the word "root", I could interpret a logical connection either way.Thank you for sharing and I look forward to reading more. :)
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