As the sunshine touches 

The uppermost tips of leaves

With the day's first rays of microscopic bliss,

And as the birds gather to the warmth 

Of the summer morning,

Even so, I sense 

The hope of healing

In the outermost corners of my consciousness

And draw my focus upward toward the warmth 

Of the thought of a body renewed 

In strength and purpose and vitality.

I flap my wings. I move my body

Upward toward the light,

I sing the song.

I feel the vibrations fill my chest and abdomen.

It pulses through my limbs and outward

Shaking lose all darkness,

So that in, in, flows the light

Penetrating every organ,

Every dark and damaged part.

And I live in the future day of health.

“Thank you for this healing,” I say

So that its reality fills me even now.