The writing below is a reprint of a poem I crafted for one of my daughters in 2009. At the time she was 19 and a Freshman in college with a pre-med major and taking her first steps towards becoming a doctor. Today, she returns from her first Medical Mission to Uganda, Africa having completed her first year of Medical School.
I offer this to the power of following your dreams. To those who serve through the power of magick, healing and science. To those who see the need for compassion, service and skill to offer hope and relief to those in pain and suffering.
I offer this to the Divine in all its forms that They may continue to weave their strength, inspiration and energy through those who pick up the staff of the medic. and reach out to humanity in service.
The Healer
Chocolate brown eyes peer out
From the face of an angel
Graceful hands move deftly
Over my pain wracked body.
Compassion spills from every pore
Of she who stands before me
Gently holding my hand as she
Guides me towards a place of hope.
I close my eyes for a moment of rest
And see her true spirit
Flow of light and healing
Staff of caduceus and rod of relief
A life dedicated to the care of others.
Energy flows between us, connecting heart to heart
And recognition of common spirit and will to live
A gentle smile that says “I understand”
And my hand held in hers knowing the time is near.
For although every illness may not be healed
Peace and surrender are always enlivened
by this Healer’s touch.
And her gentle spirit guides me towards
The end of this life’s journey and the
Release of return to my
Place of ancestral home.
… For My Daughter…
The Magickal Pen 
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