I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
I was asked to read some of my poetry at a Primary School evening of entertainment. Surprisingly the staff wanted me to recite a few of my 'meaningful' poems. At the time I wondered how seven through to thirteen year olds (who were usually hard for even some of the teachers to control) would be able to take in any of my readings, never mind sit still and be quiet. Anyhow I finally agreed.
Whilst reciting to the children, and their parents, the stillness in the room was so load that I was taken aback! You could have heard a pin drop
This was one of the poems that I read. It has no title.
Disappearing
Into the mirror
I watched myself
Within it all
Hiding
Woven fabric
New and old
With flecks of me
In stories told
Of waves crashing
Rolling thunder
Wind howling
Going under
Then
Surfacing
Sky becomes blue
Cleansed
And vision more true
Softly very softly
Pushing us to see
God calls out
Look at me!
Look at me!
I'm here
Within the garden
In the fruit
Hanging on that tree
In the whispering wind
That catches hair
In song of bumble bee
I`m here I`m there
I`m everwhere
For everyone to see
When
You look in the mirror
You are looking at me!
The weeks following the readings little children would run up to me in the street to tell me that they loved the poetry! Somehow the poetry had touched their souls. The rhythm, the music of the words, had moved them. It had transported them into the space between the words, beyond the intellect, where heart unites with soul. This is why I love poetry. It moves me in no other way. Connects me to beauty and deeper realms of existence.
See previous posts for more poetry and art to do with creation
Until next time
Cheers CMW
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