by Deborah A. Bowman
The sun upon the golden dandelions makes me glad to be alive!
I know now that in spite of everything I will survive.
God has intervened and immense power he does wield.
I know that the Universe will finally let me heal.
I believe in miracles, and I’ve helped so many others.
Why not let go and free myself to help another … me!
“Healer, Heal Thyself!”
“Empath” let go of sadness!
I will surround myself with joy and gladness.
Deep breaths of healing white light
Will dispel the fear and dark feelings that hold on so tight.
Yes, I believe in miracles definitely.
Why can’t one small miracle be me?
That would give me the strength to go on
To give to others what I have found.
That is what I’ve always believed
That is my heart, my soul, my personality.
The wind caressing the dandelions is bliss!
Now all I have to do is make a wish!