Healed By Nadliwie

Nadliwie is a small area in the country that is not too dreadfully far from Warsaw, which is the capital of Poland

She sat upon Nature's cushion, on the emerald green
Far outside the gates of home
Outside the tethers of distraction
And begged all thought away
Rays of dancing sunlight streamed through
The majestic evergreens
She spoke with God
Nay, her prayers were not of trifling words
They consisted of breath and inner peace
Her eyes looked with love on the rustling gold and green
On the bright red berries and scurrying beetles
On the fertile Polish earth
Which was as much part of her as her body
Was of it
She shrank with disgust at the sight of
A field spider's cunning web
Until the Light opened her eyes
How beautiful was the silken thread
With crystallic dew like tears, glistening upon it
How sad yet beauitful was the victim
In his Death
And how innocent, the spider, lying on his bed
She began to observe his entire self
How well had God fashioned him
No creature could she hate now
Seeing the perfection in every design
It was neither good nor evil
It simply was
Just as she was neither good nor evil
But simply was
So she sat a moment longer
Drinking in the air that smelt of the living blood
Of trees as they shed their tears on open wounds
And walked away pensive yet cheerful
To the flowered meadows
Where her heart soared with delight
She walked in grasses
Reaching to her Earth-nourishing breast
And her fingers wove the grasses and flowers
Into garlands and wreathes
With which adorning herself
Looked like the incarnation of Lada
And man's best friend came trustingly
And let himself be caressed by her hands and in unison they walked
Up the steep rolling hill
Towards house and home
The birds would not cease singing
Were I gone
Nor the Earth, weep
Thought she
But how blessed am I
To be a part of this
And from that day
Tried to tread carefully
As not to disturb even the lowest creature
And extended to all her love

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh i swear if i was a musician i would put this in a song
how smoothly it would ring even in deaf ears
yes she was and out seeing all the glory and the beautiful manufacture of it all
how great ..a spider used to be hateful but then again
it looked so pleasing in its magical work day and night
weaving some of the great archetecture ever known
from there all creature would sound like the best ever
made ,all and all..no one is good or bad
they just fell in that brand..a misfortune
this is what you see when you go out alone and
cut yourself from the this day misery
and find your vision ,very special..enlightening ,all light
you never see evil ,never know anythin bad
all look beautiful..i will not set foot or hurt that grass or lovely tiny creatures
that pass me by..how wonderful ,how are all
you are just like me only i was made big and came to be so evil
evil of this day i brought to all..like i vowed to destroy it all
cant blame you if you hate me for such abomination i ve done
none would ever think of..you are better than me
you may look small and tiny and helpless
but this nature and beauty you deserve even more than me
what heavely trip you take away from home
and how clean and new you came back again
heavenly write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Blues, You continue to astonish me with how deeply You feel what You read...and how kind You are in responding
Thank You :)

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:)

[Ed Hart]

yes, yes, and yes