{"id":452,"date":"2022-09-21T15:07:56","date_gmt":"2022-09-21T19:07:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=452"},"modified":"2022-09-21T15:07:56","modified_gmt":"2022-09-21T19:07:56","slug":"let-healing-come","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/let-healing-come\/","title":{"rendered":"Let Healing Come"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u2014after Jane Kenyon<\/em><\/p>\n Let healing come Let it come to my sadness To the family of wild turkeys in the swale Let it come to the boy in the Domino\u2019s van To the stricken in sealed-off rooms, in silence, Let it come to the trucker driving To the blue heron on the bank To the green snake, to the ant, And to the sorry, to the hardened, \u2014after Jane Kenyon Let healing come in ordinary time to the tattered boughs of the fir tree cloaked in snow Let it come to my sadness walking past Santa and Rudolf sprawled flat on their backs on a dew-glistened lawn To the family of wild turkeys in the swale behind Oak Street scavenging birdseed chaff…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":98,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[8],"coauthors":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nin ordinary time to the tattered
\nboughs of the fir tree cloaked in snow<\/p>\n
\nwalking past Santa and Rudolf sprawled
\nflat on their backs on a dew-glistened lawn<\/p>\n
\nbehind Oak Street scavenging
\nbirdseed chaff from my feeder<\/p>\n
\ndelivering a small cheese pizza to the man
\ndown the block who shelters alone<\/p>\n
\nin vanishing, and to their loved ones,
\nwho are dipping their hands in grief<\/p>\n
\nhis fourteen-wheeler all night
\ndown I-95, hauling lumber<\/p>\n
\nof Willow Pond tuning her wings
\nto the key of wind<\/p>\n
\nto the sweetgum tree
\nthat knows trembling<\/p>\n
\nto the amber shard of sea-glass,
\nto the sea that burnishes the brokenness<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"