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
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