Pain Has Happened On This Land I Live
Pain has happened on this land I live.
My warring episode stirred it up last summer.
I live, I breathe; They live, They breathe.
I need to promise to make this land like sunshine.
Now a truce between ancients hangs in the balance until this resolves.
Do I leave, do they, or does the situation break down so evil may reign?
Making sunshine will be like making lemonade out of lemons,
Because of my issues - I am the lemon.
I cannot have anymore episodes.
I cannot invite pain to resonate in the trees here.
I am surrounded by woods, but beauty is skin deep here,
Well for now...
A blessing is on the horizon, for I and They welcome sunshine.
And even lemons have a cleansing affect.
And so I have built a fire today, a purifying fire,
To cleanse the land.
I offer blessings - a good wishes box,
Filled with tiny momentos from I to They,
With love,
With a candle representing the Eternal Light.
I wish them well with their journeys,
With an old key that opens doors,
And a prayer card to St. Therese
For emergencies of wavering faith.
A pin - “support our troops, not those who misled them”
Etched to promote peace over war, always,
With a theme of forgiveness; forgiveness is needed.
A clay sprinkled donut to remind us all of fun & humor.
A scented soap rose and white nail polish -
Womanhood, beauty, innocence.
A beautiful coloring of a tiny mouse
Buried in geometric plant designs.
This is the answer to an ancient calling,
To bless, to promise, to keep truces,
To promote hope, love and trust.
To keep the Eternal Light burning.
And so I douse this box with a bit of lemon oil,
And anoint my wrists and forehead as well,
So what I do with my hands, and think with my head,
Is clean, is sunshine, is pure.
And so today I will bury this blessings box,
On this very land that has been touched by pain,
Long ago and recent,
May there be pain here no more.
May the sun shine brightly here.
And our lives be of light and air.
Peace and glory abound.
Praise God.
My warring episode stirred it up last summer.
I live, I breathe; They live, They breathe.
I need to promise to make this land like sunshine.
Now a truce between ancients hangs in the balance until this resolves.
Do I leave, do they, or does the situation break down so evil may reign?
Making sunshine will be like making lemonade out of lemons,
Because of my issues - I am the lemon.
I cannot have anymore episodes.
I cannot invite pain to resonate in the trees here.
I am surrounded by woods, but beauty is skin deep here,
Well for now...
A blessing is on the horizon, for I and They welcome sunshine.
And even lemons have a cleansing affect.
And so I have built a fire today, a purifying fire,
To cleanse the land.
I offer blessings - a good wishes box,
Filled with tiny momentos from I to They,
With love,
With a candle representing the Eternal Light.
I wish them well with their journeys,
With an old key that opens doors,
And a prayer card to St. Therese
For emergencies of wavering faith.
A pin - “support our troops, not those who misled them”
Etched to promote peace over war, always,
With a theme of forgiveness; forgiveness is needed.
A clay sprinkled donut to remind us all of fun & humor.
A scented soap rose and white nail polish -
Womanhood, beauty, innocence.
A beautiful coloring of a tiny mouse
Buried in geometric plant designs.
This is the answer to an ancient calling,
To bless, to promise, to keep truces,
To promote hope, love and trust.
To keep the Eternal Light burning.
And so I douse this box with a bit of lemon oil,
And anoint my wrists and forehead as well,
So what I do with my hands, and think with my head,
Is clean, is sunshine, is pure.
And so today I will bury this blessings box,
On this very land that has been touched by pain,
Long ago and recent,
May there be pain here no more.
May the sun shine brightly here.
And our lives be of light and air.
Peace and glory abound.
Praise God.