The Healer

Hand me your hurt.
I will wear it briefly
And throw it to the wind.

Pour me your poisons.
I will be a filter
For your essences.

Give me your grief.
There's an astonishment
Of solace in my hands.

Leave me your love.
It will make a chisel
And I will sculpt you God.

Child

If you, child, hurt,
I, compassion, bleed,
My arms enfold.

If you, child, hunger,
I, provider, feed,
My bread your gold.

If you, child, sicken,
I, physician, heed,
Your fever hold.

If you, child, die,
I, Death, intercede,
My cloak your fold.