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The manager of the orphanage wrote a 20 verse poem to express her heartfelt thanks. Here are some of the verses...
This must be one of the most
meaningful days of my life.
Almost all our HIV+ children are here.
This is more than a massage.
These are angel hands
reassuring them,
messengers of hope.
Tension disappears,
eyes recover their light,
frowns are smoothed away.
As though we’ve been
washed in purest rain;
our hurt absorbed by healing hands.
No pain in my body,
no strain on my face.
Walking lightly, I’m filled with
an energy that both warms
and comforts me.
I want it to last forever.
A grandmother hobbles in,
assisted by a stick.
Two men raise her onto the table.
Whale-like, her body
lies with all its stress
and years of illness.
Master Oh readies himself.
What will happen now?
She stands, she walks, she sits.
Gratitude beams across her face.
“There’s no pain in my right leg.”
She clutches my hand.
“I can walk home now!
Please call me when they come again!”
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