We are the present explorers,
tracking our way home with
our earth instincts, whittled
as walking sticks
Limping and bloodied,
we display like badges
our scars of skirmish.
Newborns to ourselves.
Bless you, brokenness.
ii. Heal-Nurture
Wizened wise ones arise
from primal forest, singing
the lore of porcupines and bears;
conjuring soothing salves
with burdock and hyssop, to splice
mercy into our savaged spirits
We open our closed fists to grace
iii. Crossing
Sturdy scars seal our scratches and gashes,
steady our steps
over heartbreaking hills, through
valleys of sighs; into the sun.
Eyes come alive;
light knits new skin,
tucks our sorrows in.
iv. Prayer
Sage eternal way-shower, may you
illuminate the mighty love
that shelters our suffering.
Knead cedar mulch into our flesh;
weave willow wands of wisdom;
Sow fields sweet-scented with wonder.
Grow generative gardens for all beings.
YOUR VOCE HEALS MY SOUL – YOUR BEAUTY IS YOUR SOUL – YOU WRITE FROM YOUR SOUL – THE MAGIC THAT IS YOU …… I AM GRATEFUL
Dr. Ruth Levy