Work in Progress

I have a category I call monuments. They are poems constructed from or dedicated to the Grace, the Divine. This is a work in progress for that category.

Recently I have been participating in some distant healing sessions given by an amazing healer. He sends out to anyone who simply connects into the healing. There is no expectation of payment in any form..not even the unwritten expectations that most spiritual healers have that you live up to their help by "doing the work". He does not know or care he simply sends energy in love. Whether you believe that energy can be sent of not, just the mere fact that he is willing to accept my worthiness and give to me without it being a secret barter is huge.

Yhis is actualy a poem about a lightworker's dilemma in a world that values external productivity so much that it tends to starve the lights it needs to survive.

 

 Distant Healer- Healing Light

I have been a light
flickering in the darkness
Giving hope to the lost
So long

I thought this was the end
Diogenes lamp remained truthless
no more tinderleft to keep
me alive.

Reality's Zombies walk blind
lacking divinity's touch
Draining and judging vessels of
God's Grace.

Once I was happy to shine
reeled as gracelight's lighthouse
Silently offering to all
without taking.

I expected divine light
To provide it's own sustenance
Eternal brilliant font with
or end.

Yet even a lighthouse
needs loving tending
stoking of inner fires
to endure.


Struggling to find joy
Too long unattended
Duty and barter murdered
inner light.

Then out of the darkeness
I saw a light calling
End of my own descent into
the dark.


Strong loving light
filled my empty wells.
Unconditional love tended
MY heart.


He lovingly gave to me
No deserving limitations
no hidden future expectations
just love.


For another space of time
Even untended I can shine
A flicker in humanity's night
once more.