I was but an empty soul, usurped by anger and pain,
a shell of a body, lifeless, no thoughts to entertain.
In despair I knocked upon your door, not knowing what to find;
I was greeted by a friendly smile, eyes that searched the mind.
My soul cried out to you for help, my psyche insecure;
And as I rested on the couch, your words would reassure.
You took upon an awesome task, to repair was your aim;
A body ravaged with disease, a mind so weak and lame.
You helped me search for what I had lost, the love that grew inside;
The warmth and tenderness suppressed; the urge to run and hide.
For days, and months, and into years, you helped me find my path;
Guided me to wholesome ways, to live, to love and laugh.
You led me to the Holy Light, the spirit of a preacher;
Healer of body and of soul, who could want for a greater teacher.
You sowed the seeds of tolerance, the power of understanding;
Revealed the destruction of ignorance, in a life so demanding.
I see the smile that wasn't there, I hear the voice of laughter;
I paint the colours of the rainbow, in my search for the ever after.
My words too few to express my thanks, I find it easier to pray;
The debt of gratitude I owe, I can never hope to repay.
P. Coracas (C)
19.05.1997