The Hope of Healing

As the sunshine touches The uppermost tips of leavesWith the day's first rays of microscopic bliss,And as the birds gather to the warmth Of the summer morning,Even so, I sense The hope of healingIn the outermost corners of my consciousnessAnd draw my focus upward toward the warmth Of the thought of a body renewed In strength and purpose and vitality.I flap my wings. I move my bodyUpward toward the light,I sing the song.I feel the vibrations fill my chest and abdomen.It pulses through my limbs and outwardShaking lose all darkness,So that in, in, flows the lightPenetrating every organ,Every dark and damaged part.And I live in the future day of health.“Thank you for this healing,” I saySo that its reality fills me even now.