Silent Echoes of the Healer
In the heart of the South, where tales entwine,
We honor a profession, with spirits so divine.
The healers emerge, with hands gentle and kind,
Guiding souls to solace, in shadows they unwind.
Their touch, like whispers, soothes wounds unseen,
In the tapestry of pain, they intervene.
With empathy’s embrace, they mend hearts that break,
Navigating minds’ labyrinths, for solace’ sake.
A symphony of senses, their rooms come alive,
Environmental design, where spirits thrive.
Creating havens of healing, where stories unfold,
In chambers of compassion, where minds find their hold.
With senses awakened, in spaces designed with grace,
The healers’ dance unfolds, compassion’s embrace.
They lead us to the light, through the shadows they tread,
Admiration abounds, for their hearts, where hopes are spread.
Good one