I will Heal your Soul
27 December 2015
I see your sorrow
In muted crying of mind
As despair rises
Lay your sword and shield
Let love be only dagger
Piercing gently Heart
Sit by my rivers
Bank on rising tides’ glory
Sing to your shadows
Lay down weary head
Speak to me of your troubles
Let me wash your woes
Embrace the feeling
Emerging from nothingness
Into Love’s glory
I will Heal your Soul
Swell blossoms of moonlit eyes
Crescents of morrows
When sunshine rises
Within dark of your valleys
You will feel the warmth
Sarah Jaffe – Swelling
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry and artwork by a talented writer. Please read these positive words.
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Thank you John. I appreciate you sharing
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Good words need to be expanded and read by more people. You need a book with your art and words. People need to see beyond their world. You are welcome.
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I have a French poetry book published and when I get around to it will work on the publishing of my English poetry book.
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You should. I have a collection of many WordPress and Writer Cafe writers books about me. I have writing on the Internet for 12 years now. Many talented writers for us to read. I tell people. Room for a billion writers. We need all people to read and learn. To show the world. We are smiliar and the same in so many ways.
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Very true 🙂
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Love, concern and forgiveness is all we can give sometime. The words, song and photos took the reader to a understanding. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry and thoughts.
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Yes, that is so true John. Thank you for your appreciation
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You are welcome dear Poet.
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Every warrior needs such a rest! Beautiful words, Dear Poetess. ♡
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Very nice!
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Thank you Rajiv
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Beautiful sentiments in perfectly crafted lines…to heal the soul of another; to bring warmth and light to cold and dark…just gorgeous, Geetha
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Thank you Thomas. I love the idea of being able to heal another just with the gift of the Heart. If you think of it, this is what we were actually meant to do instead of all the terrible things that are happening in the world.
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you are welcome, Geetha…yes, we are meant to love and heal one another, not hate and destroy instead…
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I wish more people thought the same Thomas. We don’t need more intelligent and fancy people. We need people with more Heart
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Me too, my friend…me too!
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upon reading your words and title ” I will heal your soul” my heart stopped…Please listen to to this clip and melody, simply attached to your magical words:)
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Baad eshshar annik kif youkaf kalbik. Thank you for the link but it says the video is not available
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كلماتك السحرية
Please try the clip again, hope this time will work…
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يا ريت ما يكون فيه وقف قلب
Thank you for the new link. A beautiful song. What does it say? I can’t find the lyrics. It actually does sound a lot like Charles Aznavour
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His name is Elon Sarafian – this is the closet translation I was able to get:
Barely mumbled stream,
Barely over a green valley
Bird sang among the branches –
He spoke and you, my son.
You said the first word
In our ancient language,
Lips children fell
By the immortal jets in the spring.
My son, I give you
Inheritance. Promise to take care,
As valuable treasure as his life,
Armenian native language.
Thundered in the deserts of our language,
Rang at the edge of mountain trails,
BOOM * Nut into the world entered,
He taught the people Mesrop * …
Inscribed on the scroll began,
It became our banner in the centuries
And led the nation between wild cliffs
Under the gloomy clouds in the sky.
He sang about the hard fraction
Eternal exile – Armenian,
Our language is a song blaring
In the days that searcheth Godin.
Sometimes his mother sang, sadness,
I lullaby to him,
Now, to you, my child,
He came through the centuries stream.
Rushing water of the spring,
Like a bird chirping in the gardens,
Let it be our language gray
As a child on your lips!
Take care of it, so be it
So clean as Ararat in the snow,
Keep it for all time,
How unforgettable ancestors dust.
You have to defend it everywhere,
How would protect his mother,
Coming to the aid of her in the lurch,
She is fighting for her in battle.
Do not tarnish the purity,
Wherever you the right way.
And if the mother will forget you –
Armenian question, do not forget!
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Wonderful lyrics. Thank you so much Mihran for taking the trouble to give me the translation of the lyrics :). Keep well
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