| Invocation To the Lady of Healing Aching and twitching, the body rebells in circuits conducting pain. Sensations unknown in the mortal vessel Slowly the spirit do drain. Nights are restless, without ease, Solid flesh torments the mind. Gone is Morpheus' peace, Comfort's difficult to find. Matter rises against its lord, The body heeds not the mind's commands. Each muscle becomes vain and bold, The helpless soul cooperation demands. Wherein lies safety, when even within A war doth rage its vile assault? Strange sensations make the head spin, Internal defences fail to hold... What is crooked, do make straight, What is broken, mend to whole As I am before you laid, Soothe with poultice; drain the dole. Lady, lay your healing hands On your daughter - hurt, afraid. From you all healing light extends, Bestow your grace upon this maid. May your slender, gentle fingers, Just like cooling shafts of ice, Take away the pain that lingers, And scorching fever vaporize. Share the Earth's gentle pulse, May it soothe and calm her heart. Purge all rhythms which are false, Tease the good and ill apart. What is ill, do wash away With your tears so sweet and clear, To a bright and fresh new day Her frail vessel please do steer. |
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