Heal.
Like a heart that keeps giving, I must keep believing in the power of healing. Sometimes I grind down so hard on my teeth I crack them during the night. I must wear a tooth guard at night. Sometimes a- a long and deep cry alone or with a loved one will open your eyes, your heart, to the power of healing.
Like a heart that keeps giving, I must keep believing in the power of healing. Sometimes just a smile, a hug, a kiss or a hello will heal the soul. Sometimes a book, letter, a song, poem or dream, or loss of a loved one, will open your eyes, your heart. Sometimes a long silence, solitude. A stream, a tree, a meadow, a long howl or a swallow song will open your eyes, your heart to the power of healing.
I don’t know what or who I have not forgiven, and I know there’s something that needs healing like a heart that keeps giving. I must keep believing. I must keep believing in the power of healing.
(Sound of a cell door closing.) These commentaries are recorded by Noelle Hanrahan of Prison Radio.
