A Healing Promised

A Healing Promised

by Seah Greenhorn

(poem with copyright)

Wounds

wickedly delivered

intentionally or otherwise

bleed/bled

Blaze

as fiery tears;

tear in shreds united hearts;

roll us in mire

wishing to expire

till extended

a hand, arm, shoulder.

To sit:

a solid boulder

to support us

as soft words curve over us

silken cloth

sweet

gently enfolds us;

encourages us.

Lifts us to unsteady feet.

But fresh air swirls around us;

soothes our boiled skin,

as nature, friends, time

binds our injuries

slowly from within.

Yet, hope heals us faster

as a ship with rising sails.

Glides us pass

the heat

in which tragedies assails.

Buoys us forward

towards a horizon ascending soon.

Our emotions lifting.

Set free.

Like helium in colorful balloons.

Not to pop. Not to stop. 

To keep ascending

our eyes to bright stars

galaxies and faithful moons

given

for us to enjoy.

Our thoughts upward.

We pray; implore.

Prophecies foretold,

as a mother, strokes

our tired weary bruised souls.

Promises to mend

end sorrow,

sickness, death.

These written

like buried treasures unearthed

we cherish and cry:

"Come quickly! Do not to delay!"

Families desire this to behold.

Since, now what's needed

is power

beyond what's normal

till this darkest hour

that's descended

the Light

wars against;

defends

all those groaning.

Those in pain:

Just wait!

The Future

Glorious 

will bring

Peace

causing an end 

to all pain.

The Kingdom

Is the Cure

to Heal Humanity

of Satan's cruelty.

Wipe your eyes.

For

Not Fantasy

But

The Real Life

Is About to Begin.

Healing
Anything on what makes us feel healed, from bereavements, cruelties, traumas, break ups...


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http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2006521?q=God%27s+Kingdom&p=par© 10 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud    love • hope • spiritual • family • friendship