In Healing Hymn
by Michael Doyle

To be human is to fantasize
More than can be seen with naked eyes
Worried about what ghouls might be
After death's last-breath tragedy

We keep our eyes on what is next
And all the riddles that do connect
Caught in our pockets of desolation
While we pray for Heaven's gate as destination

The heart seems to drive and show
The cursed fluidity of the blood's flow
As we climb our mountains to find treasure
We find that there is no true way to measure

The worth we'd find in escaping death
If we could arrange to take another breath
What we would give to reopen the eyes
From death's eternally haunting lullabies

We seek new life in mystic healing
As we search for secrets God is concealing
Timid souls search for unfolded resurrection
Failing to understand that blasphemy's desecration

It is not courage but a matter of arrogance
That causes us to give God this great offense
We approach faithlessness in our questions
That we pursue without the least hesitation

Yet, it is that we seek to know
And refuse all lives by which we grow
A young doctor searches for hidden cures
That will allow enfeebled life to endure

Watching his father's patients grow ill and die
Only brings heartbreak and a thousand questions why
We search for some sacred reason they no longer live
But would of a loved one's life, our souls gladly give

The dying can only trust that those left behind
Will turn toward one another to love and to survive
And while their life's light starts to fade
Ask those they love to keep these promises made

The deaths that come like the tears that shed
Make it hard for us to mourn and bury our dead
Sadness circles until we feel we'll drown in sorrow
And the last brave soul cries for a better tomorrow

If wishing life for the dying is some blasphemy
Then let me burn on fire, inspired with sympathy
God will not see such mortal love as any sin
Not as long as dreams can dreamed, and begun again

What memories that we hold onto and manage to save
Are bittersweet like flowers placed on the grave
To always be remembered as if only just yesterday
In health and sickness, we won't allow these to fadeaway

(c) October 23, 2023   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved