Healing
J A Crowder
Healing is a gift
When the dam breaks & the heart floods out
We mend like songs once broken
As we must, because our tugging hearts pull us towards truth
Thus she blooms in light, this song of spring
We take her in
Breathing a warmth of fire
A manifestation of things to come
A changing
A light
A healing plight of nature
Her song!
Like a mending balm to my heart
This flood released room enough for new horizons to set, and new growth
A green, verdant paradise!
Such wealth is felt within a merriment of nature’s wonder
For within her tumultuous destruction is designed eternally her most splendid masterpiece
Over again!
A continuous loop!
These ever changelings of tides ignite floods
Procuring light from ash
Like the seed drops beneath the sun, to the stillness of darkness beneath
Then sun’s fire ignites a soul as earth’s springs nourish seedlings into light
Seedings then become the glen or the rose gardens we walk & lovingly admire
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