Soft streams of gentleness flow
To comfort those who weep
Bathe in their healing waters
That disturb your grieving soul
Let them caress you tenderly
Bind your wounds
Kissing you with deepest love
Oh yes
There is love for you
Love too deep for words of poetry
Only the waters can heal you
We were meant for the water
Conceived in the wetness of Divine Waters
Bathe your body and your soul
Gently in the waters
Oh my child
Be healed
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
So beautiful when emotions move through us like water we know our souls to be of water too
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Deborah, thank you so much for reblogging and for your beautiful comment, thank you also for reading and liking so many of my other poems it has done my heart good❤️❤️❤️
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I have not been reading as much as I should Lorraine but I did miss your beautiful poems.
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Bless you Deborah. I want to read your blog more, but the blindness interferes with things. ❤️
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I understand 🤗❤️
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