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FINDING THE LIGHT by Teri Petz

Finding the Light 

(a little girl’s long quest)

 

“One day you will find the light” 

I used to hear in church when I was a little girl. 

“And the light will heal you from all the suffering and pain.”  

I started to look for the light. I thought maybe mom had it 

and she would just give it to me but she didn’t. 

 

Well, let’s see, maybe grandma has the light 

but she didn’t have it either. 

I asked everyone if they had seen the light. 

I really have to know everything about it. 

What does it look like?  

Does somebody carry it around? 

Does it belong to somebody specific? 

What color is it?

 

Some people said they have seen it. 

They said it is beautiful but hard to describe. 

Some said they have heard about it 

but can’t say what it sounds like. 

Others said they have felt it 

but can’t describe what it feels like.

So I kept on looking for the light until one night I found it. 

I think I found it right in my heart. 

 

It was a bright night with the moon and stars 

shining on a quiet back yard, 

the trees slowly waving in the breeze. 

I saw the light fill my heart with a lot of warmth. 

It felt overwhelming and very healing just like they said. 

It sounded very calm and quiet like a raindrop falling on a flower petal. 

My chest was expanding; my head was spinning like a wheel 

cutting me off from common sense and the rational mind. 

It took me right back to my heart and soul. 

 

I felt spirits dancing in the air. 

I felt hearts meeting and melt to be one. 

I felt connected to the trees, the air, the earth and the fire. 

All the elements met and nurtured everything alive. 

I felt the pain fade away in the dark and I saw the light flickering around. 

I felt happy just being me, being where I was and felt blessed for being alive.


I think that was the first time I saw the light.



Teri Petz:
 
I was fascinated by poetry and have been reciting poems from the time I a was a little girl, before I could even read. I started to write poetry in school and throughout my adult live. In 2018 I started to host Open Mic Poetry once a month at the Owl Acoustic Lounge in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. In 2019 I self published my poetry book A Piece of Her HeartMy poems reflect the struggles and triumphs of everyday life and are spiced with some humour a few times. My goal is not only to entertain you but also to leave little seeds of inspiration and validation to whatever your journey may be. Whatever road you are on, whatever you may be experiencing I want you to know that many of us have been there before, even if it feels like you are all alone....I consider poetry to be the language of the heart. 
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