A Call To Healing

  

All healing on the deepest level

comes from Self-acceptance, rest, faith and grace.

When we call Grace into our lives

and surrender our healing to the Creative,

will the cells of the body begin replenishing.

 

And when we respect and honor ourselves,

by actually

following through with radical self-care,

then, we turn the corner

to heal our hearts, and heal our lives.

By creating what we love

and, being our sensitive selves,

we are then, deeply expressing our emotions,

and hopefully, gradually relieving some repressed,

suppressed, or often hidden feelings

in gentle and healing ways...

 

The healing comes with sincere, gradual 

and humble expression of our deepest truth.

Flowering Tea-Tree - Australian native shrub

May assist digestion, and emotional equilibrium

The Lost Handwritten Illustrated Poem

 

Haunted by the poetry,

why take the gift you gave to me?

All but one line of promises vanished then,

when, you were calling me to see 

far away to halcyon days.

 

The haunting may come again after the rain,

or, the sun will shine as the mists decline.

So the choice I see is to let it be

a mystery.

 

Velvet Petals

Now I live in treasured spaces within.

I glow in radiance with the flowers.

I like the lightness of the day, as in my life I say:

Both joy and sorrow travel this path with heart

and so we grow expressing the inner Self 

we have come to know.

Be soft, be gentle, be tender and kind

Rest your heart in velvet petals.

 

Roses Are Red, Eyes Are Blue

He came as a lovely 'visitation',

dressed up and neatly shaven, 

never ever did he look this calm

as when he touched my arm

and slid beside me on a street-cafe bench-seat.

 

They say you know when grace arrives.

You hear the words singing through 

the silent lift of spirit surrounding you.

 

And then his face was very close.

His shirt was the white linen best,

that one he wore, when he was laid to rest.

He looked so well, his eyes were blue.

I looked into his face and said,

You are not dead?!

 

I remained still. I was so happy to see him.

Then, the last lingering vision,

was that these new-blue eyes 

were wearing?

the wonderfully white linen shirt!

 

With the 'knowing' of mourning,

this joy will be within me.

 

Now She Flies In Higher Skies

My feathered friend has flown away:

she went suddenly this sunny day

as in my palm she lay so soft and warm.

I sang a song the lilies know.....

she flies in higher skies.

 

Whisperings

Come on the door is open for you

come over, come through.

The light is lit

the fire is warm

the days are longer

the sun shines now

so make the trip in coming days

as there are ways just waiting.

 

You have the faith

you know your place

you lead in ways that will relay

a sense of peace and timing

re-aligning:

just some small words you innocently say

that will help in healing ways.......

 

The magpie still calls from the tree

his haunting song brings memories

but all is well he sees afar,

into the distance from where you are.