Spirit, O Spirit, give me a cure.
Make me feel healthy, complete and pure.
Send me medicine within a gift.
Send it through others. Give my heart a lift.
Some give me music to move and dance.
A gift for my soul—chance to prance.
Some give me art that makes me feel sad.
A gift for my soul—shared pain that I've had.
Some give me cookies, an oral treat.
A gift for my soul—handwork so sweet.
Some give me listening when life is a wreck.
A gift for my soul—a time to reflect.
Some give me touch when muscles are tight.
A gift for my soul—my body feels right.
Some give me singing to delight the ear.
A gift for my soul—showing joy, pain or fear.
Some give me words in prose or rhyme.
A gift for my soul—remember that time?
Some give me friendship, really first rate.
A gift for my soul—a chance to relate.
Spirit, O Spirit, give gifts that you can.
Make us Medicine Woman or Medicine Man.
©Lynnette Schuepbach, September 2, 1992
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