Web of sunshine, heal my prayer

Fragrant the ring of children’s laughter

Tingling my bones in hazy sunlight

Filtered through the flimsy trees

Peals of church bells mingle with

Fragrant flowers

Floating wisps of air

Angel faces, angel hair,

Fine as filigree

Upon a tapestry, bright and green,

Soft as ether

Transparent as time.

Here is no place for the burn of anger

Nor the breathless clutch of sadness.

Here reigns only a calm, almost

Comatose state

Induced by heavy sunshine

Blanketing all in warmth and light.

As I sleep, heal me I pray-

Let my wounds become scars,

Let my scars begin to fade,

Let me become as the angels

Looking upon the laughing ones until

In the sun as in the darkness

We see no more a difference between us

We are – as one.


About Jean C Wong

I am a world traveler, writer, photographer, and teacher. I've lived all over the world and speak 5 languages.


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