To be mindful
is to heal.
Stay focused and decide
To be whole
Though critics say no.
Fear is drought
To the garden.
Let thoughts wander past
As breeze.
May you be robust,
lively, and flush,
Blooming to your prime
As rising sun
Heating the soil
For rain.
May you be the nourishment
Ministering to your heart.
You are the medicine, the cure,
The healer.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
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