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Green is Healing

At the end of the finishing line, a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears and said, “Welcome home”. I stepped on the green carpeted grass and gazed at the slender bushy trees waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze. Happy squirrels scampering along and merry birds singing happy songs. But the moment swiftly fades and the tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes and empty school buses appear on every corner performing a deceptive drama. I gazed across the horizon and drowned out the intimidating sounds in America’s streets. Instantaneously a hand touched me I reached out and held on but surprisingly it disappears. I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there. Bequeathed by a mysterious will my mind glides up a gigantic hill shades of wonders, throngs of danger could not stopped god's destined will. With hand clasped and eyes closed I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul. I tried to detached but it kept coming back. Something bigger than faith kept me going more profound than hope itself It absorbs my innate being and laden me with mystical dreams. Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts. Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd but only one I could make out. That one gambled with my heart Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart unmindful of the wounds it caused smiling at me without an infinite thought. most powerful and most worthy Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart. ©2013 Christine Phillips

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Date: 9/12/2013 9:35:00 AM
Christine, wow that was really excellent. Patrick
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Date: 8/29/2013 3:02:00 PM
this one makes me anxious to know "who" it was you saw out of the thousands!! Was it God? Intriguing!
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Date: 8/12/2013 4:57:00 PM
very interesting tale here babe... green is healing, sunlight is healing through green edgar cayce mums two year old ulcer healed ....when the ninety year old sat in the sun every morning behind a green filter...
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Date: 8/12/2013 7:58:00 AM
I was captivated from start to finish, at times unsure where I would go next within the conflicting and changing images, l understand why Giorgio compared it to a dream.
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Date: 7/30/2013 6:32:00 PM
Well done and it has alot of meaning behind theses lines, an emotional write. thank you for sharing cheri
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Date: 7/25/2013 8:20:00 PM
"Surprisingly it disappears" profound twist, Christine...fills the poem deeply with unsaid anguish...truly lovely! Jimbo
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Date: 7/24/2013 1:04:00 PM
an intruiging goes on with some intricate images which may be nebulous but somehow gripping... intense!.. thank you fro coming by my page, christine..:) huggs
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Date: 7/23/2013 4:13:00 PM
This sounds like a tragedy happened like the Boston Marathon bombings? If you were there I am glad some unknown force saved you. Powerful words here. SuZ
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Date: 7/23/2013 7:46:00 AM
this one is very unusual. I am not quite sure what happened in the poem but it felt overwhelmingly sad. Very evocative writing.
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