Most subtle of the shifting forms and yet most constant too
Whose moonlit transformation cannot change the heart that’s true.
He hearkens to each season’s turn and reads the twilight air
And listens to the inner song that knows both foul and fair.
Between two worlds he journeys and in both he can be seen
In adoration of the moon yet always clothed in green.
Healer’s PrayerTeach me how to laugh; mother, sister, daughter, friendThat I may keep the joy withinto share with those that have no joy of their own.Teach me how to weep; that I may understand their pain.Teach me how to live; mother, sister, daughter, friendThat I may know the light that shinesThat I may use it to see truly others’ souls.Teach me how to die; that I may no-longer fear the darkness.Teach me how to give; mother, sister, daughter, friendThat I may help those in needThat I may leave all selfish thoughts behind me.Teach me to receive; that I may survive.Teach me how to love; mother, sister, daughter, friendThat I may grow in spiritand, in my turn, teach others to love.Teach me how to hate; that I may never be tempted to.
Written by Chris Kaye,from Healer’s Journey