A Poem

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I found this poem in my files last night, while looking for something else. I

guess I must have downloaded it from the net somewhere, sometime in the past 5

years since I have had this computer. LOL! I don't remember ever reading it, yet

I must have. Surely I would not download a poem off the net without reading

first. My mind was a total blank on it, but I really like this poem and wantto

share it with you.

 

A Poem

 

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

 

 

Blesings & love,

Linda