Michelle,
What an inspiring poem to go to bed with!
I enjoyed reading how the author had so many obstacles,and how that poem inspired a prisoner of war.....thank you....how would I return the favour except with another?
What Ties Me to The Earth is Unseen
My heart was beating like a heron awakened
in the weeds, no room to move. Tangled
and surprised by the noise of my mind,
I fluttered without grace to the centre
of the lake which humans call silence.
I guess, if you should ask, peace
is no more than the underside
of tired wings resting on the lake
while the heart in its feathers
pounds softer and softer.
Mark Nepo after battling with cancer from the book "Sabbath" by W Muller