The Healing Things

the flora and fauna
along my daily routes
picking flowers
I want to know more about
everything 
my God
my physiology
my inward story

the music
to which I lend my ears
the way it fills me 
makes me part of 
something dear

the companions
that come 
and go 
in their own seasons
watering me 
shedding light 
into my being
knowing me 
and letting themselves
be known
a picture 
a pattern 
of what's to come

the gentle winds
flowing through 
windows ajar
in my home
in my soul
caressing me
holding me 
they carry the bird's song
wrapping it around my fingers
weaving it into the tresses of my hair
making it 
mine

these are the healing things:
to know and be known
to love and be loved 
by God
by friends
by nature 
and by my own person