The Healing Stone

Once carried in a Faerie's pack

Far across the mountain track

Through searing heat and stormy seas

Protected for the circle's needs

Pass around the healing stone

Let each one touch it's light

That glows within, how--one can't tell

But knows it's power shining bright

From ancient days and legends born

When elves and faeries lived

To them great gifts were then bestowed

The greatest one, the healing stone

A rock so plain, and gray with age

No one could see it's useful need

Once touched by grace from age to age

It then became the healing stone

A healing stone lit from within

With wisdom borne from pain

To bring a touch of caring love

To all who came in need

Pass around the healing stone

Touch it and be healed

And if you don't believe it's power

Stay a while, in time you will

For love can light the darkest night

And laughter build a bridge

Deep compassion finds a friend

In everyone she meets

Pass around the healing stone

Let none be turned away

And if they need one for their own

Then give the stone away

For love creates from ashes burnt

So well that they can't be

But from their essence love can build

A diamond bright and clear

So pass around the healing stone

Give it to a friend

Let them handle it a while

Watch it's work begin

Pass around the healing stone

Give it gently, give it well

Bring a broken heart to heal

In time those bones will rise again

Pass around the healing stone

Lit by love and charity

Kindly, gently, tenderly

Love can heal the greatest need

let love flow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Worrisome Things

Worrisome things bother my mind

Troublesome tumblings trying to find

A weaseling, slithering, sneak hole within

To set up an outpost in hopes they will win

And sabotage once again my right to be

Peaceful, encouraged, hopeful and free

With trembling insides I venture forth

Slowly, in tentative steps, a new course

Of broadened horizons stretching my mind

Bringing along my spirit in kind

Showing my heart a new path to walk

In faith that things longed for are more than just talk

I gather my resources honed throughout life

And sharpen my senses for things that devise

I lift up my prayers unto God for the grace

To lovingly temper my fears with the faith

That all that can be will unfold with a plan

As I meditate and do all that I can

To honestly, lovingly, kindly ensure

That I bring to the table fruits that are pure

Cleansed from all pettiness and uncaring schemes

Leaving only the truest of heart's finest dreams

That therein the harvest when feasting's begun

Will nourish and fill kindred souls with it's love

Artwumyn

©2002