Healing Waves
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Sometimes, the wounds and hurts, which lay cellular in us for years, are finally touched!
This poem rose up while sitting in the waves for an hour. The wound I refer here happened over two decades ago.
I wasn’t expecting it— this wave—this relief. I had not planned it. Serendipity!
But blessed be every wave that came and still comes to us all!
Mahalo!
Stephen
