healing host of miracles

we always were

running as fast as we could

struggling with the ghosts and echoes

that haunted the atmosphere

I sensed deep inside my soul

there was a place

not very far from here

where bliss

and heaven reigned

so these days

I draw close to earth

and sit with you

quietly whenever I can

in the silence

to me that silence is not empty

it actually roars

deep inside of it a healing fire

of light

and life

and hope

and love is burning

that illuminates the truth

I will shed my confusion

it is all illusion to think

that any of this working out

was ever a mistake

I view the roses growing

complete from rain

and take my comfort there

it’s just a shame

human beings consent to stay

deaf

dumb and blind

to being present

to an awful truth that hides its very centre

a healing host

of slowly unfolding

miracles