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Better With Friends is now listed in Look For Books at Muscadine Lines thanks to editor Kathy Rhodes.
To purchase a signed copy, e-mail me.
The stars bring their music,
so sleep will not come.
Harmony, melody, stars.
The stars bring their sparkle
to grandfather’s yard.
Harmony, melody, light.
Sleep will not come
in my grandfather’s yard.
Harmony, melody, flower.
The night sings its song
with the scent in the air.
Harmony, melody, child.
In my grandfather’s yard,
the sweet joy of sweet-pea—
harmony, melody, love.
The sleep will not come,
while the heart beats its love.
Sweet-pea, melody, and heart-
beat.
first published in The Wild Goose Poetry Review
Our own experience with loneliness, depression, and fear can become a gift for others, especially when we have received good care. As long as our wounds are open and bleeding, we scare others away. But after someone has carefully tended to our wounds, they no longer frighten us or others.
When we experience the healing presence of another person, we can discover our own gifts of healing. Then our wounds allow us to enter into a deep solidarity with our wounded brothers and sisters.
emphasis mine
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Note to Karen: Is this something like what you were saying?
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