Raphael Heal, such a fragile sound, like a long Exhalation, yearn audible to myself as sigh - Arrival of the day of my return to balance, Leaving worry and pain relievers behind. I’ve been asking for the restorative touch. Dip your hand in my mind’s pool and stir Energy. I immerse in water, Siloam wherein I Abandon maladies. I envision my own relief Harmonizing from words, your staff Evolving from my texts, scepter shaped from Allusions. Let me breathe in my return to Lightsome lift. Let me know good health again. Infuse, fiber my being with insights. I want to Delight with no said words, how quietly Extraordinary a morning of weeds - lighter, light - Aromas of salted fish, garlic rice, pineapple juice. How rejuvenating the smell of sweat, Extraordinary as I walk along. My senses Aspire for prescription, sensuality filtering Love like ground coffee. I shall taste it again, In the room where wonder orders words, Drawing from memory. Once again, Elevation holds. I invoke your name, Archangel. Inspire me into your places of Healing, where the pot breaks for roots to Enter new space, where a door opens And the pail overflows. Take me to where Living in peace and ease is modeled Instead, words reflecting what the body Does to heal itself. Flesh and bones are Elm to blood. It needs air cleaned of greed, Atmosphere for a kaleidoscope of wings to Hear pollen and draw near. Hear nectar and be Eager. The scenic system to circulation. Clean Air opens petals - for the style to be seen, Lifting up as the ovary’s extension, flower In sunlight showing the altered perspective. Dream me a quiet meeting of minds, where an Earring draws to the smile. Cupid sends his Arrow and, wow, first sight sends ripples Heartward. I long to close my hand on another, Earthen as I am. Remember again the face I Adore. I’ve forgotten the gentleness of Love, the long sigh turned into contentment. I ask that my touch echo and heal, past Detritus of the mind and close the wound, Effluvia of conscience dispersed, bouquets of Air wafting, wine of forgiveness. Let me Heed your call to blueprint with phrases, Exercise into the best body of words, excise Aging. Hope is my fruit, faith my vegetable, Light a verb, noun or an adjective - Illuminating, truth or weightless. Teach me to Decompress into bare essentials, give away Everything I don’t need, so I could transcend And image my return to wellness, which Lifts, this time, from my body to my mind.
Jonel Abellanosa resides in Cebu City, the Philippines. He writes poetry and fiction. He considers the sacred an important element of his personal poetics. He advocates animal rights and living comforts. He has three beloved dogs.
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