I was healed as I walked my dog

I was healed as I walked my dog

In the quiet hush of early morning’s hold,

I walked my dog through trees of gold.

The woods, a secret, solemn choir,

Their whispers soft, a hidden fire.

Beneath the boughs where shadows sigh,

A sudden glow, a silent cry,

Not of sorrow, nor of pain,

But something pure, a gentle rain.

Angels lingered, veiled in light,

No wings displayed, no blinding sight

Just warmth that brushed against my skin,

A silent voice that spoke within.

Their grace, a balm, unseen, untold,

Mended cracks both new and old.

And as my dog, with tail a-swirl,

Chased a leaf’s unsteady twirl,

I found my heart, no longer torn,

Reborn within the quiet morn.

Pain of arthritis now gone away

As I walked into the heeling rays