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Healing Magic I trust in the man who stills the dark waters of my mind Steering my falling body past the rocky outcrop Placing me gently on the warm rock A seat to sit, to think. Look back at the spot where I stood on the edge Thinking dark thoughts, tilting my body forward Waiting for the cold dark water to take me Wash my sins downstream I lie with the warm rock against my back Soft breeze lifting the leaves above my head Making their own kind of music to dance to How did I get from that side of the gorge to this? Watching, listening to the sound only water can make To soothe my soul White foam blanket of forgiveness over dark water A hidden place I can return to, wondering whose hand had saved me Placing me beside the image of a wise owl In this hidden place of gentle healing magic I am home... ©AnitaDawes2023
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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