04/22/2026
"Earth, the Healer"
Viola, magic..
I am
blue pressed into purple,
lifted from the land.
Not picked..
but offered
by the hands of earth,
who knows where I hurt.
Beneath the trees
she keeps her quiet..
roots speaking
where we deny it.
Wild.
Free.
She breathes through me.
On this Earth Day,
the violets sing..
not just of beauty,
but of mending.
A mockingbird threads
a Tennessee lullaby,
calling love
into the sky.
And still..
the earth listens deeper
than sound.
I open.
I soften.
I press my palms
into the ground.
She takes the noise.
She takes the pain.
Composts the fear,
returns it as rain.
We are all blooms
learning to receive..
not just to grow,
but to be relieved.
Quiet the mind.
Pull the weeds.
What you’ve buried
are healing seeds.
I am the flower
of poetry,
but she..
she is the power
that roots in me.
She lifts my stem
toward open blue,
whispers,
"you are allowed to bloom, too."
Skylight miracles
break through doubt..
every shadow
finding a way out.
You are the masterpiece
shaped from clay,
held, remade
in gentle ways.
Release what burned,
what felt like hell..
the earth has always
known you well.
At eleven,
the bell is low..
a pulse beneath
the soil’s slow glow.
Each flower
a story healed.
Each wound
a truth revealed.
Learn the language
of root and leaf..
there is medicine
in your grief.
Lay it down.
Let it be.
The earth remembers
how to heal you
back to "you".
💜JLG
