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Saturday, 16 March 2013

The Healer



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:

Sean Vessey said...

The healing touch is amazing!

Great poetry that touches the heart

The Fiction Vixen said...

That's beautiful and really very moving..xx

Friko said...

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.

Poem King said...

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

Minerva Black the shoppe keeping cat said...

Such lovely words and illustration. Thank you. Minerva ~