on Prayers to others

Its but a moment
That the eyes behold
Such beauty it becomes transformation itself...

And the beauty of the songs
And the words today of the gospel of mark.....
That play, pull me to the light
Which isn't upon my deck yet....
To want to stand with my hands stretched out .......

I write prayers, now to a few many women, in their sufferings, of death and 
sickness, not clients, friends who have come to me....... I see their awakenings 
and feel blessed that THE  prayers,  come thru me to be an instrument of 
healing,  come thru me , for they spirit moving to heal....and I can cry just in 
that..........

Its a cry of emotion of connection to ....compassion...