You, who touch the wounds we hide,
with healing hands
and try to guide
the sorrows of our souls and minds.

You, who look beneath the bright
and laughing of our lives,
you might
endeavor to untie the binds.

You, who work with gentle touch
of hand or spoken word,
are trusted much
to lead us through a path that winds

along some other road, less known.
To take us back into the light,
to make us whole, to find our own,
intact, to wellness of all kinds.

You, who see beyond the gaze,
the fragileness behind our ways,
are truly blessed.
There is no way we can repay
for all the lives you've touched.
And saved.

Mary Ellen Seidel
8/30/2001