Deep Healing

Lead me in a way I do not know
Take me by the hand and guide me
Do your hidden work within me
I quiet my wrestling mind
It seeks to decipher, categorize, and know
Like fingers grasping to hold on
I choose to trust what I cannot see
I let go and give myself to you
Only then can you the good doctor finally do your work
No surgeon needs the patient’s helping hand
My role is simply to secede control
Perhaps the hardest work of all
In the dark recesses none have ever seen
In those places I could never touch myself
You bring the healing my soul has been longing for