Faerie Wing Blessings

Faerie wing blessings for the believer girl who lives here
In the forest, inside a giant moss-covered hill, surrounded by
delicate mushrooms with dainty stems, and overgrown meat.

Faeries congregate to watch her sleep, through the tiny round
window she clawed out when she first arrived, escaping a mean
man, who was step-fathering her in an unloving way.

Faeries protect her softly, giving her inspiring dreams, and 
hopeful poetry, to keep her safe, and to love her softly, and gently.
Leaving wild strawberries, and apples on her doorstep, showering her
with kindness.

Faerie wing blessings are given nightly for all of the innocents who are hurt or maimed or killed by stepfathers or stepmothers. Maybe not body-killed, but soul-killed, by selfishness and greed, or ignorance.

Faeries congregate to float hope and love and optimism into the windows of the gentle-hearted, to keep them dazzling innocent and pretty with their heart-souls, and to nurture them when no one else is doing this.

Faeries step aside quickly when angels are about, as they take over, and whisk the little souls back to the most nurturing place of all, loving them gently......
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kiser Avatar
January 23, 2019 at 5:10 PM
Little ones need something to help them. Life is not always kind and adults can be even less kind.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 23, 2019 at 5:26 PM
M.L, it is almost as if you know about this. Even if you do not know, I do not ever WANT you to know. Somethings must remain hidden. WAIT! Wouldn't that just hurt the victim not the PERP? I take that all back.
Rose  Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 1:17 PM
Fairies are powerful blessed beings that do their part in the magical kingdom of heaven twearth .
Krutsinger Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 2:04 PM
I count on them daily, and they spin prettily for me.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 8:44 AM
Oh how I love that first verse...the moss-covered hill (you should see my faerie-yard) and the overgrown meat of mushrooms!
Krutsinger Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 10:04 AM
Thank you Kim.
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