I had a tough time in meditation today thanks to a lack of sleep. Nothing was coming through, then I nodded off. I awoke with a start to the first line of this poem in my ears. It flowed for three stanzas, then drifted away in my tired mind. On to a better night’s sleep tonight to better serve the spirit world!

Healing is a noble art.
It plays a truly vital part
In bringing truth to those in need.
Their call for help we always heed.

Cells left unbalanced open up.
They’re like a dry and thirsty cup
Crying out to be put right.
Like loosening a belt that’s tight.

When energy it does get blocked
It needs a way to be unlocked.
And when a healer’s hands they place
They open up the healing space.