Healing With Hugs

[horfmeister]

To the old, battered dog who falls on his feet,
And the raw, tired donkey whose buckets keep spilling,
To the man in whose boy can't remember his name
After halberds and blizzards encased him in stone,

Come, lost little children;
Come down to the well.
I know I can't guide you,
But shale begets shale,
And hale the heart thawing,
From gnawing and hate,
I'll give you my warmth, my hands, and my face.

I'll heal you with hugs.
It's all I can do.
And though weather will whip you my cabin is dark.
But sleep and forget, for scars need not bleed.
From Winters and Winters you'll fashion a dream.