by nan lundeen
She is called Quan Yin,
She is called Tara,
She is called Mary,
Hers are the believing arms wrapped around a raped teenager
Hers is the cool night blessing a disturbed mind
Hers is the today no of the father who turns down a beer
Hers is the mercy of the last breath
Hers is the forgiveness in a lover’s heart
She births the hope in every soul.
We are She.
We are One.
Glory be.
Amen
Beautiful, Nan! I find compassion in the gentle hands of nurses and other health care workers who ease pain, reassure the frightened, and comfort the dying.
So true, Carolyn.
She of many names WOW!