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As You Imagine Angels Do – An Emotional Healing Poem For Sensitive Souls

Hello Everyone,

I felt drawn to share this poem with you today. I had forgotten about it and I came upon it today and felt like possibly someone out there might appreciate some hopeful, uplifting words channeled from spirit and co-created with my higher self.

Right now on the planet there is powerful, complex emotional healing and inner child grief work going on with us sensitive souls. It’s all to clear out the old so that we can level up to be more of our true selves. Give yourself permission to rest deeply and be very kind to yourself. You are sensitive for a good reason and you are stronger now to heal these new feelings of clarity coming up. You are awesome and amazing! You can do it!

For more support I’m available for Spiritual Counseling/Coaching/Reiki Sessions. Just reach out! (Email me at Hopesinger11@gmail.com – website www.EmpathicSoulHeal.com ).

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you with big hugs 💞 and big love 💖!

Sending you comfort and healing light,

Roxanne 😇💝✨

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As You Imagine Angels Do

By Roxanne E. Smith

Pain so deep inside my heart.  No-one to lean on to help in part

Always thought I was due this love— A partnership gift from above

But now I see we’re all alone—on earth (but not in heaven-home)

In heaven we are all of one and love abounds and bliss a ton

But here on earth as I grow strong, more pain and truth keep coming along

And I get new clear eyes to see that loving myself is the remedy

Meanwhile terror hurts like hell.  I long to meld inside someone else

But no I must stand alone, on my brand new legs and wings now known

They are there just wobbly yet.  They are ready but I forget

The pain rears up and I retreat instead of bearing on my feet

This I’m learning ever slow.  I comfort pain with angel glow

They do love me and child within.  All is hugs and smiles and grins

I forget this love inside.  It was there in the worst of times

I didn’t know it but now I do.  Breathe and rest and center anew

Comfort the motherless child, now free to be herself so wild

And shining brightly to give hope, to others she extends a rope

A hand to hold, a shoulder too of songs and words:  “I’ve been there too!”

And you are gonna be okay—it hurts a lot to be here today

I really deeply understand, with kind eyes and a helping hand

Mean eyes hurt me as a child.  I extend forgiveness and eyes of mild

Heart stay soft and don’t get hard.  Rage just causes exhaustion-guard

Relax and trust that life is good.  That all is well and as it should

You are going to make it through.  Step by step you heal anew

Surprising gifts you never knew, will unfold right in front of you

And you will build a brand new home that you can count on as you roam

And tread carefully around the traps, and triggers that have you under wraps

But these are lessons to help you love …yourself and reach for help above

And see your great divinity so you can feel serenity

And these poems they are all for you, to read them when you’re feeling blue

Because angels helped to write them yes, so you can heal and share your success

That happened when you went within and wrote your feelings out with pen

And others have this gift inside, but they never knew to give it a try

Automatic writing yes, it’s wonderful to help distress

You show up and then get out of the way and let the angels have their say

(And it doesn’t have to rhyme …but Roxanne she does that all the time

For rhyming songs it is her gift, so poems come out for her in a jif)

And others too can write anytime, as they learn to trust the hope divine

And they’ll get answers when they ask …questions from their soul unmasked

Private writing not to share, but hopeful words for their own ware

that comes out as a great surprise—they become wiser before their eyes 

if they go back and read their words, their soul will see and get the urge 

to keep on writing words of hope and this will grow and help you cope

Your writing then becomes your friend, who will stick by you through thick and thin

And you’ll feel great each time you write, with intent to express your highest flight

Tap into love that’s being sent and allow yourself to circumvent

Any obstacle that comes in pain, deserves comfort and never shame

Shower words of love on you, As You Imagine Angels Do

They really do so it’s no lie—just ask for help and let out a cry

They respond with so much love but you must ask or they can’t budge

Because freewill keeps them at bay—with your intent invite them to stay

You will see changes in your days—little signs and easier ways

Raising to these high vibrations, you attract more elations

So you see I think you understand, writing will help you transcend

Pain can lead to deeper thought and joy is underneath a lot

Because the truth is we are love—here to help and rise above

You are loved and angels mend.  They wrote this poem with me.  The End.

Original Poem © 2019 Roxanne E. Smith

Feb. 4, 2010 My Ode to Michael Jackson

Hi everyone.  Michael Jackson was definitely a highly sensitive person (HSP) with a narcissistic father and he suffered from much childhood pain because of it. There has been a lot about him on the news again lately. So it seemed timely and appropriate for me to write this post about him.

I think it is wonderful that they are doing a remake of his co-written song “We Are The World” to raise money for Haiti.  Also, the DVD of  “This Is It” just came out and I bought a copy yesterday.  On Sunday, I cried when his two oldest children spoke at the Grammys.  I am always surprised at my strong reaction.  It reminded me of my severe and unusual reaction to his death and especially watching his funeral on TV.  I cried, sobbed, and grieved non-stop for 3 hours watching it.  I was shocked at my reaction.  I had been a fan but I hadn’t been a devoted fan in his recent years.  It made me look at a deeper part of myself and how important music was to me and how fearless he was about expressing it.  I didn’t know how much I loved him until he was gone.

I had been profoundly affected by his musical gift as a child and watched him on TV every chance I got.  I had two Jackson5 albums which I can remember joyfully singing and dancing to in my room.  I’ll never forget how, in sixth grade, my classmates and I practiced a line dance to Rockin Robin everyday at recess.  And I can still remember where I was when the Thriller video came out.  The Thriller album was the last album of his that I bought and I am ashamed to admit that in his later years I gave up on him due to the media’s negative slant on his behavior.

For two weeks after he died I could do nothing else but watch and record everything about him on TV at the time.  I know now he was innocent of everything he was accused of.  My family thought this all very odd of me and, although supportive, they couldn’t really relate to it.  All I knew was my heart was grief-stricken.  And so I wrote this poem (as I often do to relieve myself of my pain) and it helped.  Here it is:

My Ode to Michael Jackson

By Roxanne E. Smith

July 7, 2009

Michael,

Your light was bright when mine was dim.

You gave me hope. Felt I could win.

When as a child with doubt within

My love for music did begin

You showed me how to celebrate

Life is good whatever your state

There’s something to look forward to

God must be good ’cause he gave us you

Now I know how to dance and sing

My soul said yes this is my thing.

When so alone you were right there

Telling my soul remember you care

“You care about this music stuff.

You forget to sing and dance enough

It fills your heart with joy to do it.

Music! You’re important to it.”

My heart aches that you’re not here

The gift you gave was oh so clear

We didn’t know how dear you were

Now that you’re gone the silence stirs

Can we keep up this music gift?

Share our hearts and move our hips

Can we still feel joy again?

Who will show us how, my friend?

I will try to keep up my end

Music has helped me transcend

From frightened child to now a voice

You have helped me make that choice

Music it can change a life.

Give new courage, heal the strife.

Sharing feelings gives them strength

You have helped me see this. Thanks!

I am still so sad and lost.

You gave your all and look the cost.

Now you are in bliss with God

Without you here it seems so odd.

What is there to sing about?

I don’t want to do without

Not that I’m as good as you

But God gave me the singing too

Maybe I’m supposed to sing

Because I love to do this thing

And write these songs and play guitar

Give to others near and far

Look at singing as a gift

To other people as a lift

Not be so focused on my self

And get my writings off the shelf

And share with others what I do

And be a little bit like you

‘cause you had compassion just like me

Your life and death has set me free

Thank you Michael for helping me.

Thanks for reading. Today I am going to release the audio for my song “Free To Live.”  This song always takes me from feeling bad to feeling good and I hope it has the same effect for you.

I felt it was appropriate to release this song tied into this post–because, as we all can relate as highly sensitive souls and a difficult childhood, Michael Jackson often did not feel…Free To Live!  Thank you again to my readers.  I care and I am here for you.

With Love, Roxanne

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN->Free To Live  (For the lyrics, click on the song title under Pages on the side bar on the top right.)

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