As I touched death
I met life
and
as I bowed in gratitude
I encountered love
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Touching
Healing
If I am to write about the struggles, the fights,
the ambushes, the bombs, the killings
I need words I do not want to express
the attempt in describing the utter horror
gives power to its pain
so let me share with you the stories of healing wounds
a flower laid down where our hearts go out to
the soft embrace from a savior
a candle lit in the dark hours
the hands from a friend reaching out
the opening doors by a stranger
pulling you in from harm
the light that enters the crack
for a brief moment only think about that
let this thought take you into the world of compassion
and know this is in you
and in this feeling of helplessness
look for the helpers in all world’s mayhem
and know this is you too
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Handing over to love
Tell me where do you hold your pain and agony?
In your heart?
Do you let it eat your body?
You retaliate it with your words onto others?
You release it and surrender?
Or do you let it devour you entirely?
Do you sit with it and think it over
and over and over again?
I hand it over to love
as love will love all boldly knowing more than I do
°Woodlights Woudlicht
In honor of those who never made it home
May the stone that is laid down
expand the healing light which is within
multiply the love gathered on the realms travelled
not to the end
but let this being carry us
to where it begins
°Woodlights Woudlicht
In honor of the indigenous children that never made it home from boarding schools
For Nikki A. Wilkins and her sacred circles
For all of us
May we all heal