Years ago, while in training in the city,
Wise and senior psychiatric supervisor
Said we now knew a lot of fancy words—
Carried heavy books that we believed
Revealed much about human personality,
How to label people properly, how to observe
Complexity of traits. Other books taught us
How to interview, what to say and not to say,
How to establish a working alliance,
And begin a process where healing
Was possible but cure was never assured.
The senior psychiatric supervisor,
An old man, but wise beyond his years,
Said to leave all the books on the floor,
Outside the door of the therapy room,
Never take them into the session.
He suggested we enter naked,
Metaphorically, and relate to the patient
As though there were two human beings
Sitting in the room, both of whom
Had painful histories, complications,
Issues and imperfections….
Lord, have mercy.
I know a lot of fancy words.
Please remove them from my mind,
Rip, if need be, my tongue from my mouth.
Teach me the wisdom found in silence.
And let my silence be both
Prayer and act of love.
Help me to at times withdraw,
Allow others to emerge and tell their story.
Lord, have mercy. Pour it over me.
Teach me how to listen—to hear
Both what another says and, most importantly,
Does not say but feels twined in fear and wonder.
Open my eyes that I can see
Both wounds and wholeness in everyone.
Let me not make assumptions, so much as
To create sacred spaces that perchance
Allow them to tell me all the details,
Convey the pain, permit the tears
That only come if I am fully there.
Lord, have mercy. Use me as a vessel,
Not so much that I become a healer,
But set an atmosphere of trust,
Allowing healing to begin, slowly,
Always going deeper and deeper,
Encountering dreams, old memories,
Unguarded streams of thought that surface
Spontaneously, as first one door opens,
Then another and another…
O Lord, have mercy. I sometimes
Cannot find a key to open any door,
Cannot turn a handle or use force
To break down any door within my house
Or any other home that I approach.
Teach me patience and compassion, Lord.
My need is great. Soften my heart,
Let me risk to leave it fully open.
May no one find that door closed
Or even left a bit ajar.