Jared Lloyd photo
I once worked in a place
where hurting hearts came
to heal.
As I walked the path, each morning,
I found so many heart-shaped rocks,
picked them up and placed them
on my desk.
Many big hearts worked there,
welcoming in the wounded,
the distressed.
The people wrote their pain
into letters, and cast them,
with tears, into the fire.
Every time, the eagles came,
circling above, in witness
to their grief for all that
might have been.
Sometimes in winter, we saw
wolves dancing on the beach.
Old growth trees surrounded us:
protection, peacefulness.
They arrived, those wild stone hearts,
heads down, in pain. But the Circle
did its work. Slowly their heads came up,
their eyes began to shine.
They rediscovered laughter and hope again.
Their hearts, so guarded, softened
week by week. Six weeks to ease
their suffering, to turn towards life again,
the way stones are made smooth
by eons of endless rain.
How wonderful, Sherry, that you were able to help those "wild stone hearts" recover! Definitely a labor of love.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful journey to Hope, Sherry! How amazing that you played your part in their healing journey, " to turn towards life again"!
ReplyDeleteI love that you found heart shaped rocks. I still find them on the trails once in a while. The healing fire ceremony does bring tears as there is transformation happening. I am sure your big heart helped heal those in need.
ReplyDeleteThis felt like a truly personal and intimate portrayal of all brought together in those six weeks. And the end verse shines - Jae
ReplyDeleteA story of hope and relief of suffering. We need more of this in a very sad world.
ReplyDeleteI love that heart-shaped rocks jogged this memory of a healing time when time and community did it's work on their hearts "the way stones are made smooth
ReplyDeleteby eons of endless rain." Bravo!
What a gift to be able to help hearts heal, Sherry! I once took part in a ceremony like this and it was so healing for me, too. I so enjoyed reading this!
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