I have been involved in The Order of St. Luke the Physician, an anointing and healing ministry for ~ 20 years. This one, written years ago, summarizes:
heart wounds draining.
Dark voices taunt from inner berths
and some bear pillars of salt from family heirlooms.
They advance in file,
and each steps forth
into clusters of waiting children
who, reaching with veiny hands,
touch as in Michelangelo’s Creation
and utter ancient prayers.
From somewhere wind exults
into their bodies. Currents flush
Flakes of light flutter at their heels
as they depart
and we, with watery eyes
watch their passage with deep breaths.