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To the magic of the ancient healing time with my sisters in the gardens…
Sacred knowledge of the dance was learned
In long flowing silk
To the lush breeze of greenery and singing birds of grace
Silent worlds of peace and light filled our realm
Flowers and herbs were made for medicinal purpose
To each winds that carried us God flowered his holy spirit
It was a sacred movement we learned
To the gentle pulsation’s of his arms he held our souls
The plant and mineral world spoke a hidden language to us
And the fairy ones that hid deep within flowers
Memories of the beautiful winged ones that sat on above our heads
With huge halo’s
And spiritual white, healing lights that could be seen for miles
A place where we all felt inner peace
And smelled the flowers
And spoke to the hidden worlds
While God shined his light upon us
It was a quiet place
In Babylon, Iraq
As the pictures flow like a screen
I’ll take myself back
Because I know deep down that time is only man made

Copyright By Dove 2004
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My Sisters, My Healers

Contributed by JoAnne_Buchanan on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 04:29:37 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems

My mind and soul take me back to a time long ago..
To the magic of the ancient healing time with my sisters in the gardens…
Sacred knowledge of the dance was learned
In long flowing silk
To the lush breeze of greenery and singing birds of grace
Silent worlds of peace and light filled our realm
Flowers and herbs were made for medicinal purpose
To each winds that carried us God flowered his holy spirit
It was a sacred movement we learned
To the gentle pulsation’s of his arms he held our souls
The plant and mineral world spoke a hidden language to us
And the fairy ones that hid deep within flowers
Memories of the beautiful winged ones that sat on above our heads
With huge halo’s
And spiritual white, healing lights that could be seen for miles
A place where we all felt inner peace
And smelled the flowers
And spoke to the hidden worlds
While God shined his light upon us
It was a quiet place
In Babylon, Iraq
As the pictures flow like a screen
I’ll take myself back
Because I know deep down that time is only man made

Copyright By Dove 2004

Copyright Â© JoAnne_Buchanan ... [ 2004-04-06 04:29:37]
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Re: My Sisters, My Healers (User Rating: 1 )
by liquidsunshine on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 06:48:09 AM AEST
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This piece is exceptionally inspiring and moving. I love the peaceful sense of imagery. I can almost smell the flowers and begin the dance. Bravo and encore.
Love,
Chels

Re: My Sisters, My Healers (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 09:08:39 AM AEST
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What a beautiful piece of poetry! Really vivid description! the ending 'Because I know deep down that time is only man made' is really brilliant, what a wonderful poem! I realyl liked it!
Anne :D

Re: My Sisters, My Healers (User Rating: 1 )
by Cynthia on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 06:47:55 PM AEST
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What a touching piece of poetry. You have done a beautiful job. *S* Cynthia

Re: My Sisters, My Healers (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 07:52:27 PM AEST
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wow girl, this is an awesomely beautifull write!
I've always been fasinated with herbs and their healing powers.
So are u from Iraq?
Very good work.
luv, huggs, light,
emy

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