Hands That Heal

Water
I Hear You
Do Not Leave Me Here
I Will Not
I Walked Beyond The Reach Of Victory Songs
Past Broken Shields And Bodies In The Grass
Men Who Had Roared Now Whispered, “Water, Please.”
I Carried Cloth, Crushed Herbs, And Heated Water
No Blade Hung Waiting At My Side
I Knelt Where Others Could Not Bear To Look
Tell Me Your Name
Let It Stay In The Air
Hold To My Voice
They Close What Blades Have Torn
They Steady Your Body When The Whole Earth Shakes
They Speak Your Name And Keep You Awake
No War Song Follows Where The Wounded Lie
Mercy Kneels And Looks Death In The Eye
Her Hands Carried No Weapon
Yet They Defeated Death
When The Last Warriors Left, She Remained
I Washed The Floors Where Blood Had Left A Stain
She Stayed With Widows Who Could Barely Breathe
I Held Their Grief And Did Not Ask It To Leave
Children Woke Crying At The Sound Of Rain
I Sat Beside Them Until Sleep Came Again
The Village Had Forgotten How To Live
She Stayed And Gave What Only Hands Can Give
They Called The Sword The Measure Of The Strong
Then What Do You Call The Hand That Saves
Strength Is Not Measured By How Hard You Strike
Sometimes It Means Protecting One More Life
It Bears The Cries That Never Leave The Mind
It Stays When Everyone Has Turned Away
The Sword Makes Silence
It Cannot Make Us Whole
Mercy Reaches Deeper, Into Flesh And Soul
A Weapon Can Conquer The Ground Where It Lands
A Healer Brings Life To A Broken Land
If Morning Does Not Find Me
I Will Remember
Say My Name Once More
Until You Can Hear It
Then I Am Not Alone no.
Not Even Now
Let Every Sword Fall Silent In The Rain
Let Healing Hands Undo What War Has Made
She Faced The Dark Where No War Horn Would Sound
No Crown Above Her No Weapon Drawn
Only The Will To Bring Another Dawn
Death Came Close
But Mercy Closer Still
Her Empty Hands
Were Stronger Than Its Will
I Remember Water
I Remember Your Name
Where The Songs Ended
Her Healing Began