WHAT? by Fiona Goodwin

What is the alchemy
That stills a troubled soul?
What is the equation
That bends the mind towards the light?
What words must the heart say so
That crossed wires
gracefully reorganise
And Is there a lamp bright enough
Or hands willing and kind enough
To painstakingly untangle
The story of our lives.
This is a worthy endeavour
To change the words we say inside ourselves
To ourselves
To lend a hand to
The divinity of our souls.