Meet The Writer
November 15, 2017
Adam Scott Campbell
The dawn breaks upon her, her mind is at war,
Seeing so many that she could live for.
Friends and companions ring her around
While foes ahead make a chilling sound.
First starting low, now growing, the chant
Is more than a battle cry, a curse or a rant.
Once a sound of love, tis now not the same.
The enemy seeks her. They are calling her name.
Thousands of hands grip weapons more tight.
Twill be impossible to make these quit the fight.
She has saved each, in time past, from death.
For her they will give their very breath.
Their opponents are strong, fanatically so.
As they start the charge, her tears freely flow.
She knows each foe knows her. They, too, she once healed.
“Traitor,” they think. “Our sister's fate is sealed.”
Now her adopted kin lay down their lives
While her true kinship seek her life as prize.
Two sides meet. The battle is joined.
The Hand That Wrote All flips a great coin.
One side gives victory to those filled with hate
Another lets win those whose love is great.
But coins that are owned by the Hand That Wrote All
Have many more sides than those we'd let fall.
This day, several sides make bare their face
As thousands that fight find themselves touched by grace.
She whose life is fought for today
Can heal one near death, and so let them stay.
Now doing what causes the war that each wages,
She rewrites the history contained in these pages.
Her guard ever round her, she runs to each one
Wounded, hurting, those whose lives are done.
She reaches to each, and by her touch they breathe.
One by one, war-rage ceases to seethe.
Thousands are wounded; it seems not to end.
What ends is the conflict. Broken things start to mend.
For bones, veins, and muscles are given new starts.
As peace is rekindled in ice-shrouded hearts.
She is a healer, who holds such a gift.
Do you know any like her? They can mend any rift.
Maybe you've thought of, but never have known
A true healer, from birth to now, when you are grown.
You read words of one whose heart is saved.
A lifelong patient of one known as Grace.
The Hand That Wrote All once helped me see
We heal each other; she, you, and me.
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