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Find the Sunshine
Go swiftly my inner child;
You have survived.
Find the sunshine that beams down
With all of your pride.
Let the past be honoured;
Your healing has begun.
Once again they have lost;
You have finally won.
Cherlyn

I Embrace My Innocence
I have gratitude
for the presence
The knowing of self
The stepping forward, nurtured
by all this energy
The knowledge and experience of abuse is
Present but not defining.
The gift of presence in this world
creates freedom in my heart and breath
To move through and beyond
the pain to have hope.
Drawing from this core
I can realize my dream
I can nurture and comfort
I am not barren.
I am not alone.
Kim
Precious Things to Me
The soft wind hitting my face
The smell of a forest after a gentle rainfall
The sound of rain in the calm of the night
The sounds of singing birds in the sight of the
first light
The touch of the golden sun that’s kissing
my cheeks and nose.
The heat of the sand in between my toes
The steps in the sand of someone walking alone
But most of all I’m listening and standing
I’m not alone
These are precious things to me
Donna
Open Spaces
Arms reaching forever in a massive
shout
The dreams of an innocent child answered
Time slows and the fear sleeps
Together -- endless hope.
Babette
When I Was Lost
When I was lost in
dark despair
down in the dead of night,
from deep within my soul cried out,
and bitter was the night.
I dreamed I saw a little child
who knew the Way within.
He drew me by his innocence,
so pure, pristine, and good.
When all was dark and I was blind
still he perceived the Light.
He held my hand till I beheld
the beauty, truth, and light.
And when I strayed he waited there
until I found myself.
Stay with me gentle, spirit guide
along the Sacred Way.
Jake

Using
the Empowerment of CVR
(Creative Visualization and Relaxation)
Light and Sound Technology
to help with Sleep
You Came Back
Then, friend,
I did not help you.
No help
Too scared to move
to see, hear, call out.
And so they killed you
And left me to remember,
Too scared to live.
But you came
back,
Held your hand out to me,
Made it safe to tell, and in the telling,
I became alive.
Mary
Look, Friend
There.
That was me,
bent in sorrow,
locked in shame,
lost in fear
See how I've grown.
I can hold my self
in the palm of my hand,
here.
Tree and flower honour their felled
with life,
and so can I.
Hand in hand,
we touch the sky
Mary

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