Let me heal you,
Let me wipe away your tears,

I'm no therapist,
But I'll try 'n' scare away your fears,

Neither a doctor,
But hey my curing hugs last for years,

Nor a morther,
But for your troubles I'm all ears,

~~~

Let me heal you,
Let me wipe away your tears,

It's just plain old me,
And I can't stand to see,
You drowning in sorrow,

Just call out for me,
And girl you'll be,
Perfectly okay tomorrow.

~A.d | 21 June 2014

What would you say about Hannah
barren but believing
son but prophet  
mocked but enlightened
drunken or broken.  
What would you say about Mary
young and ******
****** but pregnant  
son or saviour
morther or vessel
What would you say about Elizabeth
old but strong
son or voice
delayed but blessed
What would you say about Eve
dead but first
deceived or privileged
failed or purposed
mother of all living things
There is hope for a tree
because at the scent of water it shall spring to life