(Poem) Open Hearts by Janie Rezner

“We are a Circle of Healers,” by Janie Rezner
“We are a Circle of Healers,” by Janie Rezner

 

music pours from  open  hearts,  beauty surrounds our open wounds

bathing us all in the warmest of waters

in a balm of love,

bathing us that we might become a circle of healers

a circle of healers with bells, ringing the good news in!

music pours from open hearts as the pain of thousands of  years

and the pain of one lifetime, and the pain of every creature. . .

who hears the fishes cry?

who hears the cattle cry as they line up to be slaughtered?  or the chickens?

 who hears the starving children moan?

who hears the birds in cages weep,  or the trees?

magnificent stately beings who live for hundreds of years in

one spot . . . observing

who hears the children cry?

our little children, put into the cages of school

made to stay in little rooms, to sit quietly in little seats

imprisoning their thoughts,  their  energy, their bodies, their brains

forcing them to think about and learn things

that they have no interest in . . . dead things

things without heart or  love or compassion

from people who do not love them or even know them

separated from their very own mothers and fathers

sisters and brothers, grandmothers and grandfathers

aunts and uncles and cousins . . .and friends

taken from their own families and herded together like sheep

that’s what we do with our little children!

(among other things)

music pours from open hearts as the pain of thousands of years

and the pain of one lifetime and the pain of every being comes bubbling up

to be touched and soothed, made wet and warm, kissed by rain, kissed by tears

to be ached and wept  until a fresh breeze blows through

clean and clear

we  weep, the fishes and the trees and us

       one shared weep . . .  for all the suffering, for all the tortured

 for all the beauty not seen, for all the love betrayed

for all the little hearts, wounded and stung . . .

it is all one weep

    that such horror could be perpetrated toward

innocents   all

   music pours from open hearts, as the pain of thousands of  years

   and the pain of one lifetime, and the pain of every being  comes bubbling up

  all that ever was and is,  echoing and rippling through our eons  of

 knowing . . . life here,  and life there  on the other side

   the one becoming the all, the all becoming the ONE

 we all become God

    blossoming out into  the knowing

 with the light of humility and brilliance

 sparkling with love and compassion

 shining through us  every one!

Oquawka 1998

Read Meet Mago Contributor Janie Rezner.

 


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  1. “as the pain of thousands of years

    and the pain of one lifetime, and the pain of every being comes bubbling up

    all that ever was and is, echoing and rippling through our eons of

    knowing ” This anguish is so beautifully expressed through these words – an incredibly powerful poem! Thank you.

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