Touch: The Journal of Healing
Touch: The Journal of Healing
It is in moments of vulnerability that stories are born, half recollecting what has just been endured and half awakening to what could not have been imagined before. So too when faced with illness or turmoil, it may seem insurmountable and unending. But life pushes us beyond our past into a new emergence.
Who knows where life may take us on the next winds of change. But along the way, we can wonder at the beauty of each unique voice that tells of a unique experience of transformation.
but in this bed there is hope for the day,
a deliverance from trauma and despair
by hands and a cloth in the sunlight,
Ed Bennett
In the underbelly of our family tree,
a leafless limb dangles
Tammy Daniel
She read his letters and cried. In her eyes,
he became the victim, not the criminal.
Krisztina Fehervari
Now between the ribbed vault of his chest
and the sturdy dinghy of his pelvis
are 4 healing incisions, too sore
for hard-buttoned jeans.
Susan Kelley
turning you at last into the Cheshire Cat,
as you slowly dissolve around
your luminous grin.
Jackie Fox
Hold me, love me, cherish me while you can
John Davis Jr.
and then you slept for days that January
while more snow came down innocent and light
like I wasn’t anymore
Christine Klocek-Lim
As I bow down the little girl says
you forgot your gift
Danny P. Barbare
being lost is never about where you're going
but knowing where you've been
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas
it’s only the attachment that counts.
Richard King Perkins II
They are the left ones by our sacrificial
games, the left and seen
Murray Alfredson
I thought that I knew everything
about death.
Stephen Gilchrist
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