Poem - Prehistoric Gratitude

the chirping chant of late summer bugs
vibrating on the cool air of bedtime
touches me, from ear to soul.
their two note ecstasy of evening
opens up a prehistoric gratitude
for another day of enjoying life on Mother Earth.

-Terra Rafael

Song - Your Healing Waters

Hal-le-lu-jah for Your Healing Waters
Flowing through my life.
Faith helps me jump right in
I’m going to swim
To the Higher Side.

Your Healing Waters dissolve pain & sadness
In tears that set me free.
I’m left washed clean of my doubts & fears
By the never-ending waves of Your Love.
Chorus:

Your Healing Waters let me dive deep
Into my inner Soul.
The world’s busy words are all drowned out
By the unfathomable peace of Your Love.
Chorus:

Your Healing Waters are a steady stream
Bringing all that I need.
You are the Source that quenches all thirst
With the everflowing gift of Your Love.
Chorus:

What My Family Gave Me

Grandma Johnson gave me a pile of books, a green thumb and an ear for music.

Grandpa Johnson encouraged me to dress beautifully, praising how I looked in the new clothes he bought me.

Grandma Moan gave me the taste of bread freshly baked in her wood stove and water, freshly pumped from deep in the earth and the knowledge that an 80 year old woman could still chop wood.

Grandpa Moan gave me a vision of an angry Norse god shaking his cane like Thor, shaking the lightning, followed by the thunder of his Norwegian words.

Uncle Manley gave me the chance to overcome his abuse and my shame, and a deep-seated attunement to sex.

Dad gave me a two-wheel bike that I could grow into, a canoe that I could paddle alone around Side Lake, and a love for a neat and clean home.

Mom gave me the chance to be responsible for my sisters and brothers, a childhood with a soundtrack of crooners and show tunes, and a warm cuddle now & then.