Poem: Beloveds, Welcome to The House of Authentic Belonging and Holistic Healing for Wounded and Traumatized Souls 

Beloveds, Welcome to The House
of Authentic Belonging and Holistic Healing
for Wounded and Traumatized Souls 


The winter’s cold, icy winds 

blow down the streets and alleys

where, once again, I find myself

ill-prepared for its raw sting,

wandering weary, challenged, a soul

wounded in the chaos of this world


Inundated with platitudes, hubris,

glory, triumphalism, denial

and indifference to pathos, suffering,

tragedy, lack of empathy and

compassion, relationships of 

personality and raw oppressive power

 

Disengaging, taking absence,

seeking solitude with the soul and self

and its shadows, alternating  searing self 

inventory and quiet contemplation of the soul,

hoping to glean some kernel, dredge up some small

grain, salvage a bit of flotsam, discover lost treasure


This self work in solitude, now alien in 

 our society of doing and having it all,

 being always engaged and on the run for more,

 one risk being viewed as anti-social, odd, abnormal,

 mad, untrustworthy, an outsider, weird, undependable,

 at risk for loneliness and social isolation


 Yet, of course, no one deserves to be forgotten,

  the outsider only wants to be accepted for themselves,

  we must all return back to the community, periodically,

  in our truth to further the healing

  begun deep within, the community which helps

  define us through relationship in our wholeness


   Beloveds, let us welcome one another home,

   to the House of Authentic Belonging and Holistic 

   Healing for Wounded and Traumatized Souls 

   where we all share one another’s presence

   and absence in our truth with no threat of  exile

   and  the righteous promise of being and belonging

                           

   Herb Stone
   here & now working poetry

   Image: Moose Creek Cabin in Alaska
  facebook_1577202034301December 23, 2019

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