The Healer
A Sonnet by Celie Thomas
A weary earth renews itself once more,
As cries of anguish echo through the years.
Life springs forth from jagged scars of war
To find man still imprisoned by his fears.
But though the tools of hatred yet abound,
And conquerors proclaim the victory theirs,
The power of the healer makes no sound
Yet fortifies, emboldens, and repairs.
And who has most enlightened and inspired?
And who is most remembered from the past?
Destruction leaves the spirit torn and tired,
Rejuvenation builds the soul to last.
Though swords may clash and mighty towers fall,
The healer has the greatest strength of all.
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