Meal
Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall
The
Healer
They called her the Lightworker because she
always healed with the Light. At her touch, woman,
or man, any whose lives were grey and flat like
sand were drawn into her Light. You did not
so much see, as sense its reflection as
your pain and suffering were carried away over
the distant hills until you could barely
feel them. As they were fading, their heavy
storm clouds were changing to the softest meringue.
On hearing her whispers, the wildest white
horses would quieten and become gentle
in her wake, the rough seas would calm, giant
waves become fluffy, till all that was dark
would start shining and sliding out of the shadows;
riding, gliding, deftly drawing into
the glimmering light and dancing slowly,
softly, into peace and enlightenment.
Cait O’Connor
Poem written for creative writing group Magpie Tales in response to the photo prompt.
5 comments:
The healing touch is amazing!
Great poetry that touches the heart
That's beautiful and really very moving..xx
Hi Cait,
I have just tried to get back to you via your last comment on my blog and found that your blog is now “private”, i.e. no longer accessible.
I referred to your meme in a post yesterday and I hope this didn’t cause you problems.
your pain and suffering were carried away over
the distant hills until you could barely
feel them. As they were fading, their heavy
storm clouds were changing to the softest meringue.
On hearing her whispers, the wildest white
horses would quieten and become gentle
in her wake, the rough seas would calm, giant
waves become fluffy, till all that was dark
would start shining and sliding out of the shadows;
Famous poems that touches the heart
Such lovely words and illustration. Thank you. Minerva ~
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