Healer

(Besides participating in the 2013 Blogging A to Z April Challenge, I'm also participating in National Poetry Writing Month. In NaPoWriMo, I'm supposed to write a poem a day for the whole month. Yes, I'm crazy. Here's the second poem.)

Healer

Our Rebecca died, then came back,
a miracle the doctors said,
her hands now could heal,
take another’s pain and disease,

We disbelieved at first,
until we watched wounds
fade and ghastly terminals
restored to perfect health.

One by one, two by two,
frantic we crowded her,
talons outstretched,
grabbing, grasping, taking.

Too much, she screamed,
but we would not hear.
We forced her hands
open upon our heads.

She wept, she suffered,
she struggled, but we
were legion, and none
would listen to her pleas.

Finally, she turned her hands
upon herself to expel our
burdens. Our afflictions
returned, but she faded away.

If she returns, we will be wise,
Carefully we’ll cherish her healing
hands. We have made plans;
She will not escape next time.

(Copyright 2013 by Stephen B. Bagley. All rights reserved. No copying without prior permission. Thank you for reading.)