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HeartSong Poem
HEART~SONG
“She asked me to plant for her a garden
full of beauty and delight,
to bring her joy when the sun doth shine
and comfort in moons light.…” –Anonymous
Feeling empty and
lost in the world
I kneel and begin to work.
I pray to the deities of
Air and Water,
Earth and Sky.
I open my heart and invite the
muses of Creativity and Love
to flow through my body
and into my hands.
I fold questions into the soil;
questions we ask of ourselves,
of each other,
and perhaps of the world,
and work them into the earth
with all the faith
and hope of any prayer
one might send skyward;
…then wait…
wait for the answers to come,
how ever they may choose to come.
1.
As I begin to
shape and turn,
sculpt and form,
this small patch of earth,
I suddenly begin to realize
I am creating,
composing and orchestrating,
setting a stage, laying a canvas.
As each plant feels home in the sun,
they settle root,
rise up,
and in their own time begin to bloom,
wildly and softly.
These blooms take voices,
and the voices are what we might imagine
to be like those of the Angels,
soft and beautiful, strong and kind.
Within these pure, sweet, enchanted voices
is music…
and they begin to speak to us,
to tell us their stories and sing us their songs.
…And we begin to learn to listen...
The Roses speak to us of passion,
the Rosemary of remembrance.
The Lilies sing of pure and unconditional love,
and the Jasmine does a delightful soliloquy
about the virtues of blooming where one is planted.
The Daisies hum softly to themselves
a song of innocence.
The Elephant Ears inform us that
if we believe very hard at all times
that absolutely nothing is impossible,
and the Hibiscus believes in the simple rule
of “show don’t tell.”
2.
The Moonflower assures us
that we are never alone …even in great darkness.
The fragrant Gardenias whisper to us
of spirits who are always among us,
even if we cannot see them,
and the Sunflower merely flings out
his great joy against the sky.
The Thyme could talk to us all day long about patience,
and Queen of the Meadow explains everything
we need to know about strength and perseverance,
while the Bougainvillea just plain shows off.
But the Ornamental Grasses never boast or brag,
they are simply there,
quiet and steadfast as any soldier standing guard.
The Echinacea sing of healing,
the Lavender of beauty,
the Bee Balm of forgiveness.
The June bells do a joyful dance to life,
and the Japanese Iris have a serious
discussion about trust,
while the Black Eyed Susan in the corner
just winks and nods.
At the very end of summer
when the Sage finally blooms
she lectures breathlessly about how we should never,
never give up,
and the Purple Heart gently reminds us
that there are no endings in our gardens,
only new beginnings.
3.
They call forth the Bees,
who come to them
with purpose and delight,
and the Butterflies,
who dance their beautiful and joyous ballet.
The song Birds come,
perhaps to just sit and listen,
and the Hummingbirds who flirt and play.
The Fairies here,
full of magic and mischief,
are shy at first
and from behind the willow
they giggle and tease,
and when they can no longer contain themselves,
they join in on the chorus with the Lilies
in a happy, high, sweet soprano.
And within this glorious summer symphony
the one thing they all agree upon
in the most perfect of harmonies is,
that Music is a gift of the spirit,
and the music we have within ourselves is enough,
If we can only learn to listen.
And she,in all her grace and beauty and wisdom,
listens to them all…
to each story and every song.
She smiles…
and she knows,
and I think perhaps she has always known,
that sometimes, as we grow and journey toward healing,
the most beautiful music of all
comes from hearts
that hurt the most.
....~Rema
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