healing

let waves of feeling

wash on through

allow the healing of your soul

to barrel through

like the gigantic ocean breakers

swelling and rising and cresting

and tumbling all of their healing water

over you

feel the cleansing of your soul

know that part of growing old

is to see things that were obscured before

so often this process is painful

ways we thought we loved

turn out to be the ways we hurt another

ways we longed to be loved

turned out not to be destined to be

the ways we were loved

by another

and yet courage exists in this

in the act of showing up

and no longer stopping our breath

from swelling and rising

and cresting and falling

for even as

so often

these waves bring anquish

and deep sorrow

still are we not being cleansed

to bear witness to a darker deeper

more tarnished golden

Sun

rising from the ashes

tomorrow?