for B
I would like to pour light
into all your frightened spaces,
and wherever you are tired,
I would like to bring a beautiful dream.
And your wounds, still festering
beneath scars, I want to bring salve
that will heal even the past
through a blend of forgetfulness and grace
so that you can walk back into the world
with your own pitcher of light
and dreams and salve to share,
perhaps you could even spare
a little light, a little softness,
a little grace
for me.
The idea of pouring light into “frightened spaces” is a great image, for it is the dark, isn’t it, that creates caverns within us. Bring the pitcher of light back as a healing image at the end works so nicely.
what anon said. such a wonderful blessing, Rosemerry. i’ve a facebook friend going through a struggle. i’ll be sending this unto her. and, too often, we forget how those who bring healing to us are themselves in need of the same. (and why _not_ from us…?)
so much light, and also so much healing darkness, you have brought into my cavernous life. it will be my continuing honors to offer to you, Rosemerry, the fruits of what i’ve received from you.
hey, thank you. This response is so beautiful. Thank you dear Eduardo. Xo r
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