Philip Rangel

Golden Leaves of Cleric’s lore,
Holds the life of Fighters fold.
Pure in heart, the gentle dove,
Tender hands are meant to hold.
With Golden Leaf and Healing Song,
Take the path that leads to war,
Helping Fighters right the wrong,
Healing sisters ever more.

Healing gift, the Cleric’s might,
Comes upon you here this night.
Holy power gives and takes,
Now it’s here to mend my scraps.
Creator Bless you as I pray,
Come and take your hurts away.