Golden Light (Rev.) 6.8.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

Nice, thick, headache
drinking tea moves
it backwards

uninvited it moves
forwards again
a pill pushes it sideways
it fights right back

my frown is waves
of pain, this headache
drags me down

dissatisfaction with
everything yet inside
a core of beauty
lovely hope that once
pain eases inner peace
and spiritual insight will
ignite my spirit again

warmth of human presence
will penetrate the glass
enclosure of my heart
melt ice insulating
all sources of joy

happiness to flow
into my mind like the
sweetest incense, bright
golden light shining in
humanity’s good intentions
to light up my eyes…