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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            

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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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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