Untitled Poem

  1. I need help with titling this poem...

    A hand reaches down from somewhere up above,
    A hand of miracles, a hand doing what it loves.
    Calming a sick child that is in need,
    Wiping tears from an elderly woman's cheek.
    The face of this stranger is all aglow,
    No eyes, no mouth, it seems to have no nose.
    Something lightly touches the hands of the dying,
    Comforts family and friends who are crying.
    It feels like feathers, it appears to be wings,
    And bove the head, there floats a gold ring.
    They carry a warmth that soothes and heals,
    Leesons that pain that no longer seems real.
    The swiftness of this stranger, the power that it holds,
    Is miraculous, unselfish, giving of it's very soul.
    Who is this stranger, reaching down from above?
    With passion, warmth, honest love?
    An Angel? God? Could be perhaps.
    For the miracles they assist in the must have pwoers such as that.
    To those whose life is graced with their presence, their touch,
    They must be Heavenly beings sent from above.
    But, no, this is not an angel, or someone of higher power for sure,
    This person who's touching you is simply...a nurse.

    TLynn Green
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  2. 3 Comments

  3. by   ClariceS
    Simply...a nurse.

    The last 3 words seemed like the perfect title to me.

    Loved your poem!
  4. by   TLynn
    Originally posted by ClariceS:
    Simply...a nurse.

    The last 3 words seemed like the perfect title to me.

    Loved your poem!

    I thought that too, but would it take aways from the mystery if I am speaking of a higher power??????????
  5. by   jkh
    I loved the poem!
    How about The Healing Touch?
    or The Power to Heal?
    The Stranger?

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