Curtains sway in the amber dusk
Rooms smell faint of cedar and musk
You kneel close to a quiet pain
Letting peace resume its reign
Burdened sighs fill the fragile air
Worn hearts ache for a gentler care
Your warm touch lifts the weighted land
Giving healing the strength to stand
Shadows soften beneath your hand
Hope takes root in a tender band
Happiness hums where souls expand—
Life finds cure in the healing that begins wherever you stand