Dissolved into cosmic specs of light
and propelled into the atmosphere.
Sent on a mission, where compassion of love
was the prescription for healing,
following the footsteps of a medicine man.
 

I winced when I saw her in weakened condition,
flesh bruised and scared, chest ripped apart,
like lightening had hit her.
With patience, deep breath, absorbing her pain
my chest felt heavy, and my legs began
cramping and an ache traveled up my spine.
 

I took it on because I loved her and knew
together we’d find her strength and guide her
past this suffering.
 

Out of the bed, up on her feet
small tiny steps that shuffled weak.
Into the coolness of the morning sun
along the lake’s shore, where sounds
of the breeze and birds in the trees
moments of warmth with sun on her legs
gather of heart friends came to offer
gifts of encouragement allowing her flesh
to reconnect with her soul.
 

Fear begins to silence itself, confidence brings
her limbs into motion.  Each day our rites
would rapid her healing.
 

Her story telling lore approved my smile
for she was fair and beautiful.
All her good deeds and gracious soul
became her allies when she needed them so.
I aspired myself to remember her wisdom
and fill myself of her willingness to live.
I recognized similarity in this parallel world
because what was in soul, was also below
and flesh would also need to heal.
 

For a guilty moment I thought perhaps
I had brought her this suffering,
and she was feeling the pain, within my own heart.
 She wisely stated, as if she knew,
“Everything is as it’s meant to be
and where our soul takes us on its journey,
will further the knowledge of creation”
“We are all children in the world of intention
yet ego still gets in our way”  “You’ll learn” she said,
“you’ll learn”, then winked and said "I'm still learning too."
 

In a silent moment alone at the lake shore
a grackle bird hovered near. He drank from the lake,
preened his black feathers and sang his beautiful call.
These were the times, though I felt alone,
nature would show me
the spirit of connection is always around.