12/11/2025
💧 Flow, My Silent Healer 💧
A Poem Honouring the Lymphatic System
Flow, my silent healer,
Whispering beneath the skin,
You carry what no eye can see,
But You know where to begin.
You rise without the drumbeat
Of a heart to call you near,
Yet move with sacred rhythm—
A pulse that draws us clear.
You gather all our sorrows,
The toxins, grief, and pain,
And ferry them through valleys
Where stillness breaks the strain.
You ask not for the spotlight,
No trumpet in your name,
Yet when your rivers falter,
The body bears the blame.
Through nodes like watchmen waiting,
You purify and mend,
With every gentle drainage,
You teach the soul to bend.
When castor wraps the abdomen,
Or hands begin to glide,
You rise like streams in Eden
With peace restored inside.
A stretch, a breath, a brushing,
And movement in the tide—
You’re not just fluid flowing,
You’re healing from inside.
You’re mercy in the marrow,
You’re order in the storm,
God placed You in our vessels
To keep His children warm.
So flow, my quiet lifeline,
Through groin, through chest, through face—
You are the unseen covenant
Of balance, truth, and grace.
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