A Place Of Healing Poem by Mary Champion

In a hidden corner of the world,
where the shadows deepen
and the day is scarcely brighter than the night,
there is a hiding place
for all the broken-hearted people
who have lost their taste for living
yet lack the courage to embrace death.
Here, in the soothing half-light,
even the hurt is hard to see clearly,
the memories lose their definition
and the tears fall more slowly.
Finally,
as the pain loses its sharpest edges,
dulled by the compassionate shade,
the aching heart can sleep
and, in sleeping, be healed.