Prayer Thirty-One

Let the healing start.
May it begin in the blood
and flood every cell with light.
May it infect the heart.

(Let the healing start.)
May it come as one comforts
a newborn at midnight
the wild shocking eye closing.

(Let it come.) Let it start
now as we sit here waiting
and talking through days
of colour and rain.

May it infect the heart
and save it. May it lead us
into light. (We are open.)
Let the healing start.

Anthony Wilson (b.1963)

Early in Mark’s gospel (1.40), a man with leprosy approaches Jesus. We see him in this Byzantine mosaic, covered in sores. “If you want to,” he says, “you can make me clean”. And Jesus responds: “I do want to. Be clean.” The interchange could not be simpler. The man courageously lays bare his need: Jesus’ reply hold’s heaven’s longing for healing.

The poet Antony Wilson wrote the prayer above after successful treatment for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a cancer of the lymphatic system. He looks back at his sick self as a baby open-eyed with fright in the dark, his words aching with longing for the comfort which healing would bring. In fact, the refrain ‘Let the healing start’, shapes the whole prayer, a short repeatable mantra which characterised Wilson’s own ‘Passion of Sickness’.

Taking us on an imaginary tour of his body, he pictures healing ‘flooding’ every one of his diseased blood cells ‘with light’ and ‘infecting’ too (in the sense here of ‘affecting’), his heart. He ventures to play his part in his healing by visualising it, laying himself completely bare before the God who says, “I do want to. Be clean.” He is ready and waiting. Open to whatever will be.

Leonard Cohen’s song, Come Healing, though more enigmatic, is as yearning and invitational as Wilson’s prayer. Both men, fully aware that healing does not always come, nonetheless encourage us to invite it, to imagine it, to be open to it.

Come Healing
sung by Leonard Cohen

O, gather up the brokenness
Bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow

The splinters that you carried
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

Behold the gates of mercy
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
Of cruelty or the grace

O, solitude of longing
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

O, see the darkness yielding
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart

O, troubledness concealing
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above

And let the heavens falter
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name

O, longing of the branches
To lift the little bud
O, longing of the arteries
To purify the blood

And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

Written by Leonard Cohen and Patrick Leonard

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