Healing Light

I get so busy,

sometimes.

In this world there is so much need.

I can get lost on this path of the healer,

the universe has laid before me.

Oftentimes –

tears began to fall,

for all the hurting souls.

Their pain,

I somehow feel as my own.

I can become overwhelmed by the cacophony of sorrows,

filling space and time…

Until one cry,

most urgent

pulls me in,

won’t be denied…

For this,

the pain that beckons,

is mine.

Reminding me,

again

that self-care, and self-love are necessity.

Healing to the spirit..

clearing the clutter…

letting in the light,

allowing it to shine

through me…

healing.

By- Elyse Bontrager

Our Stand

they go to church on Sundays, or holidays

donate to causes

volunteer sometimes too

they are Good people

they have good lives

they live quite far from those who are suffering

seldom, if ever crossing paths

they feel most informed each day from news blurbs

they sign petitions sent their way

they support, and hold faith in..

government, military, vets, all civil service personnel,

all men in blue

without question

they believe that the powers that be, would not diliberatly hurt another,

hinder, or put a stop to civil liberties

they ignore those who claim they do

safe within their communities and homes,

their elite circle of associates and friends

they’ve well-educated children

the best of medical care

most, if not all their needs, always met

they are good people

intending no one any harm

they ARE

good people

if only their slumbering,

collective silence

weren’t a force,

though unwittingly,

standing against…

Our Stand…

~

Elyse Bontrager

I Wish

I wrote this almost two years ago.. its message still rings true.

'Ms Elyse'

                         I wish

I wish that the world were kinder, that the greedy would share,

that those bad choices once made, were wiser,

that loved ones lives lasted longer,

that equality wasn’t such an apparent problem, to some,

that something were said, when words were needed, that an action were taken, that could have made a difference,

that selfishness was something that use to be,

that at anytime, and for anyone, a Mulligan or a do-over was available to take,

that sorrow and heartache were no more, That showing your feelings was cool,

that nobody had ever heard of the poor, that a decent way of life was possible, after working 40 or more hours a week,

That illness, and sickness were a distant memory,

that all the worlds different religions believers, could get along as well as…

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