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BEACON OF PEACE, BEARER OF LIGHT by Carolyn Chilton Casas

 

Beacon of Peace, Bearer of Light
by Carolyn Chilton Casas
 
           ~ for lightworkers the world over


Thank you for being

the keeper of decency

and a way pointer for us all.        

 

I bow to the everyday kindness

you humbly extend 

to your fellowkind.         

 

I feel your prayers

for a bewildered world

zipping through the air

from all ends of the earth.             

 

I honor the unseen work 

you do for humanity 

behind closed doors, bringing 

wisdom to soothe confusion.

              

Together we unite to serve one another,

and in our purpose to create

a more loving place for our children 

and for those yet to come.

 

We hold hands in a circle 

across land masses and oceans—

lighted candles of connection

emanating from our hearts.

 

The good we generate 

illuminates, it beckons, 

it makes all the difference.






Carolyn Chilton Casas lives on the central coast of California, the perfect landscape for a love of nature, hiking, and playing beach volleyball. She is a Reiki master and teacher, whose favorite theme for writing is about ways to heal. Her stories and poems have appeared in Braided WayEnergy, A Network for Grateful Living, Reiki News Magazine, Touch,and in other publications. You can read more of Carolyn’s work on Instagram at mindfulpoet_ or in her first collection of poems titled Our Shared Breath.




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  1. I feel and resonate with these words. Many are the peaceful, quiet warriors behind the scenes prayinf, holding space, sending love and forgiveness to assist in the awakening of humanity.

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