contemplativeBring Back the Dream
Poem for Day 82 – 20141214
Bring me back the dream
of things that used to be.
Bring me the information
to reshape my foundation.
Speak to my power animal
seek nature's wisdom imparted.
See my pattern unfold
as my purpose becomes tangible.
Remove the negative,
extract those parts not needed.
They only hold me back
from my life's purpose succeeding.
So many fragments scattered
through trauma and drama alike.
Pick up the pieces for me
and return them to bring me peace.
Restore the balance,
seek my most precious thing.
Return to me my soul
through sacred parts conjoining.
Rattle the bonds closed.
Seal the returned pieces.
You made me whole again
so the dreamer may dream again.
© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
