To heal, I go where God has placed his hand
and created abundant beauty.
To heal, I go to the top, the highest point I can find.
To heal, I place all the anger, sorrow,
hate into an imaginary crystal bubble.
To heal, I hold the magic bubble up high
and allow the winds of the canyon to carry
them so far from me.
To heal, I see it waft through the treetops,
over the rushing white water below.
To heal, I see it reach up onto the
twinkling starlit sky, past the full and beautiful moon,
into the universe and beyond.
To heal, I have found these ways to ease the
suffering that seems to envelop me.
To heal, I shall return many times, for
life's lesson holds many more roads for me,
some traveled before and those uncharted.