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| JessieMae |
Posted - Jan 02 2011 : 8:45:53 PM
I often feel a great sense of powerlessness when I read through all the various prayer requests and stories about illness, accidents, and disasters on this thread. I feel so bad for all of you in pain right now. We have formed such a rich tapestry of women here, and all of you have so much love, encouragement, consolation, and comfort in your souls that I am astounded that your one body can hold it all. I once read in a book about a woman who asked a community of nuns to pray for her ailing mother in hospital, and she described the feeling of their prayers while she sat next to her mother as being surrounded by the soft wings of gray doves. I know exactly what she means; more than once I have felt myself surrounded by your prayers, but in my case it feels more like aprons than feathers!
Although geography feels like a poor excuse for allowing friends to suffer alone, it is a valid excuse. I wish I could be the helping hand for all of you. I wish I could be the friend who doesn't just say, "Let me know what I can do to help," knowing that there's nothing other than pray that I can do. But, of course, that is not reality.
I have nothing, other than this poem, to offer all of you who need. Please take it, and know that it is being sent with all the intangibles a person can send to someone far away.
The Healing Poem
by Becky Birtha
There is a healing power in the sky.
For times when you cannot weep--
travel on foot
a morning's measure; find
a vast unbounded field of sky
then, spend the whole day
beneath it.
In your house
keep one window free
panes shining full with blue or gray--
you must never stray far
from the sky.
There is a healing power in the land.
When what you would change
you cannot change,
take tool to hand and
work the earth:
spade deep and turn it over,
let it crumble, sift out every stone.
Near your home,
set off a stretch of ground;
feed it, keep it
growing.
If you must leave the land,
do not leave for long.
There is a healing power in you
when reason fails--
you cannot overcome the problem with your mind.
It is in your fingers that lace and mend
in the bend of your back when you
swing the axe,
shovel coal or snow.
It is in your voice
singing, released
when your feet pick up
the pound of a beat, leap and whirl--
turn full around:
return to yourself.
Do not forget to
keep your powers alive.
The healing is in these words--
When you want very much
something you cannot have
You must begin again.
Jessie Mae
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Posted - Jan 04 2011 : 04:21:19 AM
Jesse, beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
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| CountryBorn |
Posted - Jan 03 2011 : 2:38:12 PM
That is a beautiful poem, I can relate very much to it. Who ever wrote this has truly experienced the great healing power of the earth and nature. Thanks for sharing.
MJ
There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do. Freya Stark |
| eggfarmgirl |
Posted - Jan 03 2011 : 11:13:51 AM
This is beautiful !! I too will be printing and sharing this !! Thank you for sharing.
Hugs...Kristy
"Live like you were dyin'"
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| sherrye |
Posted - Jan 03 2011 : 07:16:44 AM
rhanks sherrye
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| classygram |
Posted - Jan 03 2011 : 07:13:13 AM
Jesse the poem is just beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing it with us! I will be sharing it with others. Hugs, Brenda
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| Cindy Lou |
Posted - Jan 03 2011 : 06:39:03 AM
The poem brought tears to my eyes with its beauty and truth. What a wonderful thing to share! I will be printing it out as well to read frequently and to share with others. Thank you!
Susan
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
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| Ninibini |
Posted - Jan 02 2011 : 8:49:42 PM
That's beautiful, Jessie! Thank you for sharing! I am printing it up right now and it's going on the fridge in the morning! :) Blessings to you! - Nini
God gave us two hands... one to help ourselves, and one to help others!
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