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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
Loved how the end brought this beautiful poem together. Anita writes gorgeous poetry. <3
I agree, my sister’s poetry is wonderful. Her stories are great too… Lovely to hear your comments, Debby…
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Anita sends her thanks Debby. You quite made her morning!
I’m happy to hear that. <3
Gorgeous poetry, Anita. I love it 🖤
Thank you, Jude…
My pleasure.
Home is the best of all places. Lovely poem, Anita.
We Thank you, John…
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Beautiful poem, Anita. I like the sense of peace and belonging at the end. Lovely.
Glad you liked Anita’s poem, Diana. I found this one really peaceful, too…