The Hope of Healing

As the sunshine touches 
The uppermost tips of leaves
With the day's first rays of microscopic bliss,
And as the birds gather to the warmth 
Of the summer morning,
Even so, I sense 
The hope of healing
In the outermost corners of my consciousness
And draw my focus upward toward the warmth 
Of the thought of a body renewed 
In strength and purpose and vitality.
I flap my wings. I move my body
Upward toward the light,
I sing the song.
I feel the vibrations fill my chest and abdomen.
It pulses through my limbs and outward
Shaking lose all darkness,
So that in, in, flows the light
Penetrating every organ,
Every dark and damaged part.
And I live in the future day of health.
“Thank you for this healing,” I say
So that its reality fills me even now.