Lay your healing hands upon my flesh
My body trembles and quakes
Do not dare to fix a thing
I place my head in your lap
My heart pours through my eyes
Do not wipe up what spills from me
Echoes of grief jump from my throat
like sparks in a dark night
But know I can tend my own fire
Buried memories sprout from my mind
Oh Mary- Mary quite contrary
I know how my garden will grow
I gaze upon your fear of this- unsteady witness
No longer numb and blind
My eyes now pierce the veil of truth
So place your healing hands in mine
Our bodies tremble and quake
Do not dare to fix a thing