Workshop Poems

Workin' In A Gold Mine (A Healer's Poem)

We probe and we dig til' we finally touch pain

Then we're like miners who've struck a gold vein


As gold eases stresses of daily survival

The tears ease the tension sustained by denial


Our minds bury hurt like the earth buries gold

There's no chance for healing til' their story's been told

They're scared of dark places, afraid they won't survive

The irony is they're already half buried alive


So we scrape and we pick down beneath the crust

Til' we come up with a handful of nuggets or dust


At first it looks ugly, something they want to shunn

But a funny thing happens when you hold it up to the sun

That stuff that was pulled from the pit of that mine

Start to sparkle and shimmer with a radiant shine


That hurt they kept hidden by means very desperate

That hurt that made them feel less than and separate

Is a thing they will see once they get past their vanity

That all of us share with the rest of humanity


Darkness is not evil, it's only a place

Where lost children hide what they think is disgrace


So it's down into darkness with them we'll descend

Like faithful companions, unwavering friends


And we'll help them to find the place they got hurt

And wash that old wound and clean off the dirt

Cause we've been there too, and we know the way

Back from a pit of darkness up to the light of day.

Where darkness is banished and everything shines


Can't wait for another weekend to dig in the mines