WHEN HEALING COMES

It may be on some silent, sandy beach
With lazy waters lapping at my feet
Or on a crowded, noisy city street.
No matter where; right here and now
I am aware of Love!

Its radiant glow, far brighter than I've ever known
Envelops me, and though I seem alone
I bow in thought, relinquish mortal sense,
Acknowledge only God's omnipotence
When healing comes.

June McCleneghan Fowler

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