Guest guest Posted June 26, 2008 Report Share Posted June 26, 2008 Knight of Healing Rain Wasting away, pierced in the heart, carrying the pains of the evil of man intruded into her soul, she followed the path of barrenness into the desert. Lost she was, looking, searching for those lost years when she was innocent, not knowing her innocence was never touched upon. The sand was hot and dry under her feet, seeping into the soles of her shoes, seeping into the soul of her, chafing, skin inner and outer raw and bleeding... She breathed the air, hot but clean, looked down at her feet as she walked, thinking to walk until she ended in the sterile desert. But as she walked she came upon a miracle, a flower growing where none should be, and her curiosity was piqued.. she looked again, saw another, and yet another. Following the path of flowers, she suddenly saw a Man of Light, sitting under a palm, glowing with radiance, and looking upon her with compassion and love. What do you seek? he asked. I seek to die, to erase my pain she said. He opened his bag, peered within...I have a drink here that you can have, and if you drink it you will die indeed, but not in the way that you expect. Oh thank you kind sir! she said and approached, hands held out eagerly. As he handed her a small flask, he caught her eyes with his, and she was flooded with light, piercing into the depths of her wounds, and he smiled at her. That was when she saw the Sun. She drank. Immediately she swooned, falling at his feet, appearing to have died, while inside her she was filled with sweet liquid rushes to her heart, blooms of fireworks in her brain, visions and visions pouring into and out of her enfeebled spirit. A sudden spring rain inside of her, pitter pattering in her heart, suddenly grew into a fountain of love, shooting, spraying hundreds of years into the universe of her, washing, washing her, cleansing her of intruded evil, dissolving the crud and grime which covered. Her inner eye looked upon with amazement as the false fabled implanted one began to dissolve, dying surely as if it had been merely an ice sculpture in the desert, revealing a wonder still alive in there. Innocence is alive, true Self is revealed, the proper and prior claimant to the throne of she awakens, and flourishes like those flowers in the desert of Man. She opened her eyes. The Man of Light offered her his hand. She took it, and he led her away, Knight of Light that he is, into the world of hope and healing. Thomas Brooks Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 26, 2008 Report Share Posted June 26, 2008 I love the poem Thomas. Thanks for sharing. It reminds me of the night I recieved Jesus as my savior and lord into my life. It went just like that. Linda , " Thomas Brooks " <magick41 wrote: > > Knight of Healing Rain > > > > > > Wasting away, pierced in the heart, carrying the pains of the > > evil of man intruded into her soul, she followed the path of > > barrenness into the desert. > > Lost she was, looking, searching for those lost years when > > she was innocent, not knowing her innocence was never > > touched upon. > > The sand was hot and dry under her feet, seeping into the > > soles of her shoes, seeping into the soul of her, chafing, > > skin inner and outer raw and bleeding... > > She breathed the air, hot but clean, looked down at her feet > > as she walked, thinking to walk until she ended in the sterile > > desert. > > > > But as she walked she came upon a miracle, a flower growing > > where none should be, and her curiosity was piqued.. she > > looked again, saw another, and yet another. > > Following the path of flowers, she suddenly saw a Man of Light, > > sitting under a palm, glowing with radiance, and looking upon her > > with compassion and love. > > What do you seek? he asked. I seek to die, to erase my pain > > she said. He opened his bag, peered within...I have a drink > > here that you can have, and if you drink it you will die indeed, > > but not in the way that you expect. > > Oh thank you kind sir! she said and approached, hands held > > out eagerly. As he handed her a small flask, he caught her > > eyes with his, and she was flooded with light, piercing into the > > depths of her wounds, and he smiled at her. That was when > > she saw the Sun. She drank. > > > > Immediately she swooned, falling at his feet, appearing to have > > died, while inside her she was filled with sweet liquid rushes to her heart, > > > blooms of fireworks in her brain, visions and visions > > pouring into and out of her enfeebled spirit. A sudden spring > > rain inside of her, pitter pattering in her heart, suddenly grew > > into a fountain of love, shooting, spraying hundreds of years > > into the universe of her, washing, washing her, cleansing her > > of intruded evil, dissolving the crud and grime which covered. > > Her inner eye looked upon with amazement as the false fabled > > implanted one began to dissolve, dying surely as if it had been > > merely an ice sculpture in the desert, revealing a wonder still > > alive in there. > > > > Innocence is alive, true Self is revealed, the proper and prior > > claimant to the throne of she awakens, and flourishes like > > those flowers in the desert of Man. > > She opened her eyes. The Man of Light offered her his hand. > > She took it, and he led her away, Knight of Light that he is, > > into the world of hope and healing. > > > > > > Thomas Brooks > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 26, 2008 Report Share Posted June 26, 2008 Thomas, what can I say? I've tears in my eyes. Love and thanks for that most beautiful poem/prose Elektra x x x ________ Not happy with your email address?. Get the one you really want - millions of new email addresses available now at http://uk.docs./ymail/new.html Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 27, 2008 Report Share Posted June 27, 2008 You're most welcome Elektra and Linda. I posted the things I did just for those who resonate with them, in case there might be someone who would feel helped by them. I appreciate the feedback. thomas ********************************************************* Thomas, what can I say? I've tears in my eyes. Love and thanks for that most beautiful poem/prose Elektra x x x ________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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