Lonely Loneliness

Healing Poetry

Question:

Maybe I’m just a stinky old curmudgeon, but is anyone else getting annoyed at the chronic (almost spam-like) reposts of this poem?  Like you’d think maybe he’d acknowledge that we’ve seen it before but he’s reposting it for any new readers.  Or something—-ANYTHING—to indicate there’s a person behind this gambit? Sherri

: Here are excerpts from a healing poem written for my daughter who was : victimized by a neighbor. Share them if you wish. (poem snipped to feed my hungry newsreader)

Response:

Here are excerpts from a healing poem written for my daughter who was victimized by a neighbor. Share them if you wish. "as the pages of your pain pass between us I can see with better understanding the mountains of grief which have weighted down your shoulders or keep your arms filled with agony because they fear reaching out or withdraw from hands reaching out to yours I can hear your whispered cries of confusion and the assortment of quiet questions which bind your heart with anger while your lips remained sealed in silence I can feel your protective loneliness and the guardians of doubt that terriorze your hopes of letting it go and I can sense the awesome weariness of thoughts entangled by self-contempt or your body in search of its own acceptance yet beyond all this beyond the staggering loss and emptiness which may claim you as a personal friend you have not forsaken your desire to be healed or to extinguish those nagging voices of inner despair you have not given up on making peace with your body or rescuing your dignity from layers of borrowed shame you have not allowed humiliation to defeat you even when your strength seems fragile or your mind walks on the edge of self-destruction and for this and so much more my compassion reaches out to you and if I could change the interior of your pain or mend the wounds that adorn your soul I would I would I would start by asking you to close your eyes and at the same time allow your breathing to slow itself down and from there I would ask you to imagine that you are quietly resting in a garden of peace a garden where the sun softly touches and soothes your skin while a gentle breeze nudges against your face and brings a fresh supply of love into your mind for where love is allowed to live fear must gather its belongings and leave and love like an artist with a caring brush will paint hope on the face of your darkest hours so as your breathing continues to whisper in and out of your body let love take up residenc as your healing friend and listen to the words that it has to say I am love and I love you even when you do not see me or hear me or allow me to touch you even when you hide from me I am love and I love you and yet even I have my limitations for I can not erase the memories of your private pain or back track through history and change its course but I can give you my prayers and courage and strength you never believed you had I can not exchange your body for one unmarred by physical abuse but I can help you salvage your dignity and nourish your appetite for living I can not remove your permanent scar or the tainted feelings which may surround it but I can give you my encouragement to accept yourself completely as God intends you to be yet without your acceptance I can not persuade you that no matter how deep your wounds no matter how much grief you may yet hold in seclusion that yours is the power to move from victim to victor and it starts by being kind to the woman who lives inside you…" Additional excerpts may be found at this address:http://www.grnet.com/rock/white. REspectfully, Ike White

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