The Healers Heart / 2001

The healer strove to mark the place to walk with heart in hand. She placed her foot upon the path and walked ‘pon ochre sand. Her head was high, her gaze direct the path before her steep; to her goal with chattering teeth the healer’s eyes did keep. She went within the darkness deep, earth's core she did explore; with heart hearth lit and good intent she visited earth's core. The Mother had oft seen her there and gifted her each day, with lava, light, and wet warmth the Mother watched her play. Still, now the healer knew the truth, a truth she must absorb. Father lived in hearths held on high, He was another force. And, if the healer was to grow help others come this way she must go forth, rise, absorb the upper light displayed. With trembling lips and fearful sighs on she purposefully strode, this child of clay, of lava formed, to Father’s bright abode. And, as she rose above the clouds into the firmament she lost her shape, as child of earth gained oneness in ascent. No boundaries now held her form except His loving grace, this cherished child of mud, of clay; she took her solemn place. “Light or Dark, neither good nor bad,” a choice the Father said. a place for all, a purpose too and lessons learned instead. So, the healer turned to earth upon that golden day. She’d learned the joy of dark and light found wholeness, in this way.