The Time of Healing
I walk the streets of night
at peace with myself and surroundings
The walkers, pimps, users, druggies
are more companions, than threats
Through the guidance of God
I sense the pain and sickness
inside people and animals alike
and through the Love of God
my touch sometimes heal
Once, I fell, emotionally and mentally
searching the streets, for truth and healing
Only to find, false gods, and beliefs
people wore invisible masks
pretending they were something they're not
Together, a river and a rose, found my release
petal by petal, floated down the river
and with each petal `God's Love' filled me
I realized that I had the power all along
inside my heart and that all I
had to do was ask 'god'