Healing

Are there wounds that never heal?
Are there pains that groan ever still?

Though time may pass and seasons change
Floating by like cloudy days

One touch and a tingling, jolting surge
The nerves react, through the spine

Quiet nights to much surprise
Bewitch the ever silent cries
The worst has passed, do remember
Tho memory may often linger

Tis my dangerous light now a candle in the dark
Lead down a path of dense forests by a spark

Thick and heavy underneath I lie
Face towards that hidden sky
Heaven often far away
From this distant fleshly stay

And on the night watch at a pace of snails
A pin drops, a slithering stench and fangs
That grip this deathly vicious night

Stuck...

Neither fallen, nor risen
Neither asleep, nor awakened

O arise the glorious one
O come forth to my soul!
Breathe into my lungs thy holy fire
Consume my thoughts and angst desires!

Prepare my heart with praise
Instill in me a humble plea
As a crying child begs for milk
The instant it has left the womb
So for thy food my soul doth loom

Bring forth thy hand of gentle grasp
Firmly place in thy love forever to last