BLUEBELL WOODS...SETS THE IMAGINATION SPINNING. COULD BE A PHYSICAL PLACE ON THIS PLANET, OR NOT...THAT IS, ENVISIONING A HIGHER PLANE. COULD BE FEELINGS CARRIED INSIDE OR ...FOR ALL TO SEE. BUT FOR SURE...SHE HAS REACHED A PLACE OF 'INDESCRIBABLE PEACE' WHEREBY, THOUGH SHE APPEARS TO WALK ALONE, SHE IS NOT ALONE. BEING SURROUNDED AND DULY ACCOMPANIED BY GOD'S HANDIWORK...DOING IT'S UNTIRING JOB OF WHAT IT WAS CREATED TO DO...COMFORTING, STRENGTHENING AND INSPIRING AS ONE PERSEVERES. A SOUL-SATISFYING SHARING, INDEED. THANK YOU, RICHARD. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

What a lovely setting although it appears to be photoshopped for this poem honoring a woman who has escaped her oppressor(s).

Yes, nature does provide a calm place "'neath whispering trees" and savoring "air's soft scent." A place where healing can take place as you have so elegantly written.

Ron

We all have people in our lives that have shaped the persons we have become, but not all of us take the time to re-connect with the memory and write about it the way that you do. Thank you for sharing this delightful poem this evening. Good one Richard :)

Bravo bro! AWESOME in the soul of the heart and heart does matter in everything because it is the only thing that remains eternally. Time and back side barren wilderness not just strengthens, transforms but makes one more beautiful in soul. I honestly relate 100% to this write because I feel am that glorious soul now renewing myself in that lush wilderness. Through the transformation of the soul one must evolve into what the Creator assigned before womb and He knew each steps one would have to endure, peel layers to glorify Him in the end. Through much prayer and the Word we can overcome the cutting, pruning of branches within. But those pruning's are necessary to the good fruit...What doesn't kill us we live in victory of testimony to lead other's out of their own wilderness and have the courage to say goodbye without guilt to some while steadfast in intercession out of the carnal...I am more than a conqueror only through Christ. I owe everything to Him for which I can't believe how much mercy and blessings He gave beyond my wildest dreams and I am forever grateful for His profound forgiveness and agape. Our peeling is stories and medicine for so many and I am so ready to serve the field because many are willing to join but few is the laborers. The thing we must overcome is the fear of not living up to other's expectations. I truly understand now why you wrote a new race of Humans now like never before because your absolutely spot on and I give them that permission to be in free will of their OWN evolution. I just pray I will see them in a million years, that my love will make a difference which ever way they choose...God see's what your doing for His Kingdom with the plow, seeds and water, bro..... Thank you for this glorious vision of hope and renewal of the soul.....Thank you both Michelle and Bro for your inspiration...Light, hope and peace to you and Michelle, ~ D

What I find most interesting with the tranquil and melodic journey is that the word "hate" can be interpreted as either the hate of another toward her, or the self-loathing she has experienced. Your mixture of first and third person makes this all the more intriging. In either interpretation, the veil of darkness that hate knows only to give, peace and sweet essence of sensory awareness infiltrates her soul... one that has experienced hatred to such a degree that the freedom enabled by the bluebell woods that nature has drawn her to, is a resonance that ushered the bad vibrations out of what is her hallowed place of peace. Beautiful rendering, Richard.