Wounded Healer Though I Be

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Today in the midst of this season of festivity, I want to acknowledge those who are feeling deep sorrow and loss – – those who are steeped in darkness and despair. I am deeply moved by all that is happening in your lives and in the world and how difficult it can be to move through this holiday time with even a glimmer of hope.

It has been just over twenty years since I experienced poisoning by pesticides in my work place. I fell into darkness and despair when my health crashed and I lost my life and dreams as I had known them. I have lived through the challenges of finding my way through the shadows – – wounded healer though I be. I say HEALER, for although I am not “cured”, this experience has offered the gift of healing in many ways. I have had the opportunity of Learning to Walk in the Dark (the title of Barbara Brown Taylor’s popular book).

Today I just want to sit with you in the dark days of your longings.
The words from a meaningful song come to mind.

“I will hold the Christ-light for you
In the night time of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you;
Speak the peace you long to hear.”

Today I sit in quiet stillness and hold the Christ Light for you and for the world.

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Here are more words from the song to reflect on:

Sister, let me be your servant.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.

We are pilgrims on a journey.
We are brothers on the road.
We are here to help each other
Walk the mile and bear the load.

I will hold the Christ-light for you
In the night time of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you;
Speak the peace you long to hear.

I will weep when you are weeping.
When you laugh, I’ll laugh with you.
I will share your joy and sorrow
Till we’ve seen this journey through.

When we sing to God in heaven,
We shall find such harmony
Born of all we’ve known together
Of Christ’s love and agony.

Brother, let me be your servant.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.

~ Richard Gillard

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A Mother’s Day Remembered

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The heart remembers
all the moments
of a love so deeply shared;
The mother’s touch
of beauty on your soul.
The lifting up of spirits
that were brought down
for a time ~
she gathered into angel dust
and poofed away.

The flowers of fair beauty
that she tended faithfully
now bloom in sweet remembrance
for the hour;
There is no loss of wonder
for the magic they beheld
within her mystic presence
as she cared for lovely souls.

A heartbeat soon recalls
all the love she had to bear ~
within her gentle offerings of grace;
With Jesus ~ her companion ~
she lived daily in His peace;
and spread His kindly love
with all she’d meet.

Into this moment
she comes gently once again ~
softly speaking words of tender love:
“My child ~ my Beloved
you adored shall always be ~
Love lives on in grateful hearts
~ ~ ~ eternally.”

~ Anna Lin

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For many, this Mother’s Day will be tinged with sadness for the loss of
mothers in our lives. This poem was written for my mother-in-law, Ann.
I shall sit with a rose in her honor ~ in remembrance of her love and grace.

A Blessing On The Death Of The Beloved

In honor of  Maya Angelou ~ ~ ~
Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.

Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives,
Awakening beneath the dark
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