Spoonful: A Gathering of Stone Soup Poets

An extension of Cambridge's Stone Soup Poetry Venue.

Mike Amado

 Photo by James Conant

Wounded Healer’s Prayer

My body a bag
dragged by screaming wheels
down gravel roads to nowhere.
My flesh, flayed and cut,
my aging bones wilt like
oak saplings without sun.
A world of fear is a
petrified forest of souls …
my energy moves like ice.

Great Spirit, Creator –
Earth Mother, Mother Goddess –
and sacred Animals …

My Soul,
My Higher Self –
My four Bodies
My human hands
My carnal Heart …

Teach me to Live so I will
Live to Teach.
Teach me to Heal so I will
Heal to Live …

Allow me the Courage to Be;
Allow me to Allow.

Blessed Be!