Healing · Poem · Poetry

Grace

 

the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust

I am laid bare, exposed to wind

my limbs, brittle, still pleading

for a meal of sun

some days too short for food

nests lay bare as squirrels forage

the wind cools me to my roots

I am glass

holding on to my reflections

lest they be lost to twilight yet

Grace clothes me in a gown

meant for a bride embracing her heart

this pure finery sparkles as diamonds

on my icy bough as

I rest with the Angel of Mercy

 

©2019 Barbara Harris Leonhard

extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: my yard

 

Audio · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: This Sand

The original post of this poem was March 18, 2018. My delivery style is inspired by the poet David Whyte.

Copyright ©2018/03/31 Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “Sands of Time” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

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Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

The Angel in the Dark

The Angel in the Dark

If I were an angel in the dark,

I would appear in flames simply from

The radiance of my eyes.

I would fire up candles for prayers.

I would make twilight shimmer

Like a mirror of a still lake.

I would awaken you from

Slumber and despair.

I would cast out your pain with lightning and

Soothe your soul with myrrh and frankincense.

I would gather you up gently and

Swaddle you in my gossamer wings

At the time most needed.

I would bathe you in the Sea of Forgetting and

Deliver you to the Vista of Light

On a path of stars backlit by moonbeams

Splashed on the kind face of

Dark Mother, casting comets

As beacons of her grace.

I would gift you wings and

Teach you how to fly through

Clouds of many colors and

Swing on stars falling into the Sea of Lights.

I would take you to the Hall of Records to

Reveal all your truths and

The oracles of the end of days.

I would never leave you

In times of battle or new birth,

The time of the Death of Fear

As a blazing nova, creating a new sun.

This I would do for you, and

Who would know more of the World of Light

Than an angel in the dark?

 

Copyright© 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: “An Angel in the Dark” (original art © by my sister Martha Harris.) See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

 

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

Grief

Grief is ice.
Anger is fire.
Fear is boiling oil.

Aging is a slow death.
Feeling outmoded.
Feeling regretful.
Feeling guilty.
Feeling fearful.

Maybe it doesn’t matter.
Why do I care;
Who cares.
I ask for clarity and energy.

What matters is you.
Just be happy.
These are mole hills, not mountains.
Can’t bring back love.
Can’t fix everything.
Can’t outdo.
Can’t worry about recognition.
Can’t worry about inequity.
It’s not important.
It’s their blindness.
Just be grateful.

What makes me angry?
Am I letting go of the past?

Another shell breaks open for new life.
Growth emerges after fire.

I recall in times of despair, they said, why aren’t you angry?
I held it in selfishly. I couldn’t speak or cry out.
Why would it matter. Really.
If I shouted and screamed.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t.

I beg, please lift this darkness.
There’s too much to do other than what I’m supposed to do.
There’s too much loss with more on the way.
Is this life? Am I wrong to be concerned?
I’m angry and sad.
I’m ready to let go of it. But how?
It doesn’t end.

You counted the Mala beads.
This is a process. Just be patient. You did ask for this.
Seeking forgiveness in all lifetimes
Seeking gratitude in all lifetimes
Letting go of anger in all lifetimes
Healing curses in all lifetimes
Curing pain in all lifetimes
Seeking grace in all lifetimes
These are all gifts
Not burdens.
You chose to release the shadows.

It’s searing
Like the sun is inside of me
A blazing fire
I scream to the deaf.

It’s a cleansing
With the Light.
And so it is.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Kingdom of Sorrow  http://szydlak.deviantart.com/art/Kingdom-of-Sorrow-390145418

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