Green Door Healing
Green door healing
The green door beckons in the gloom,
old and battered, inside soon,
I brush aside the cobwebs grim,
and opening I wander in ,
into the darkened room,
big old yellow candle flutters,
casting amber light like butter,
as I look about the room,
my lady of the Misel-toe is there,
feathers scattered everywhere,
sorrowful in need of care,
vibrations needed soon.
Reaching forth in astral svelte,
my hands do hold her liver melt,
the unwanted parts consume,
begone black pearl from the loom,
engorge from the tree of health,
faith healer on this dwelt,
liver shining like the moon,
great faith can heal the self,
the poet knows the tune.
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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