BROKEN CHILD/CHILDREN

Broken child
Broken children
so used and so defiled
Broken child

Young river
sweet and tender giver
winding your way
around through the past today

I hear your cries
your times of joy and laughter
my love for you is as vast as the sky
and you have my pledge to protect you, now, and ever after.

Broken child
Broken children
so used and so defiled
Broken child

Like a tree
reaching for the air
trust in me
this is how through risking we will be able to dare
Like a tree
rooted so firmly
Broken Child
forever a precious part of me

Broken child
Broken to mend
we are now able to defend
Broken to heal
from you no one will ever again steal
Broken child

We are allowing our heart to collectively break
again, now, to feel all of your pain and take it from you, for you
this break unlike the past is necessary to let light and love in
Broken children; you are loveable and worthy, of this make no mistake
as it is through the echoing agony of emptiness revealed, that the filling
up may begin

Healing children
Accept my dedication to you today
Healing children
I will never walk through the playground of life without you
Healing children
Whose bravery astounds me, touches me and moves me so deeply, brazen breezes
beginning to bountifully blow
Healing children
This is love and together we are the flow
Healing children
Whatever we do, where ever we go, you are so loved and valued: this you
must now understand, treasure and know

© A.J. Mahari April 25/97

Forested Tree That is You and That is Me

Spirit of soul speak to me
nesstled deeply within the forest
tree-lined reality
trailed time-tested travel
no longer warranting with-holding of weather-worn ways

Rings of the ages
swirling around the body
markings etched by the very nature of your struggle
sunlit-moonlit beginnings of direction
water-logged trunk
myths to debunk
legends to unfold
the trails that travel in the forest of soul
wounded, winding, wind-swept swaying
tree that is me
carved into the roots that at my foundation lay
rings of the ages
swirling around the body
harmony with all that is natural

faithful tree
that is me
faithful tree
in my entirety
faithful tree
long-standing in a forested beauty
faithful tree
trapped-free
faithful tree
so entrenced in the marvel of destiny

life is a forest
you and I are forests
life is a tree
so are you and so can I be
"a tree grows in the forest"
a seed is sown in a mind
a new feeling is planted in a heart
realization and growth of soul: as time honored as the growth of a tree
"only God can make a tree" like God made you and like God made me
life is a forest

© A.J. Mahari April 16, 1997

Running

I have spent so much time running
running from myself/selves, running from the world
thinking I was so cunning
hiding safely in the parellel universe into which I was hurled.

Now I am trying to learn how to walk at an even pace
and to join this thing called the human race
and I must confess I think I could rather like this place
feeling a part instead of alienated in any occupied space.
Yes....I *am* learning how to walk at an even pace.

Run wild, run free,
with the potential for an exciting capacity.
Yet I am still somehow trapped-free.
If I remain alone and do not dare to risk and to see
the value in knowing others within this humanity,
then, truly, I will never know my absolute destiny.
Run wild, run free.

There is a new tug on my heart
pulling me to yet again begin to start;
anew many times over as with so much of the past I do part.
I am that horse stepping ahead of the cart.
I am the pull that is tugging at my heart.

Now, still running, my direction has shifted
Each of us needs to know just how we are truly gifted.
To have survived so much for so long
is a testimony to the fact that we are strong.
Healing and running in the human race, this is where we belong.

Run,
til you're done
Run,
don't yourself from the world shun.
Run,
until your race, by you, has been won.
Run.

© A.J. Mahari April 27, 1997

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