Healing Beauty of Brookhaven Retreat (vers libre)

Each Alumnae remembers the unexpected compassion felt and

shared on the side porch by the garden at Brookhaven Retreat. It is
a place where friendships are born. Where the complexity of every
womans journey becomes a healing force offered from one caring
heart to another in an array as beautiful as any brilliant bouquet.
But before a flowers rainbow can bloom a seed must fall. It must
fall into the richness of the soil, and it must break from the
weeping swell. The weeping swell pulls the roots deep to feed the
life so tightly held. The life within cannot be confined but is drawn
to a blossoms glory by the warmth of a brand new morning.
So many I have seen come to the emergence of order through the
river of tears, released, free and undammed, flowing beneath each
starry night. Their searching contemplation is cast to unknown
expanse beyond the clouds whose drifting motion cradles their
emotions, having slipped through their hands.
But longings do not fall to the earth because of dissociations and
disorders, so they look up and they look out beyond the grassy
knolls, down the dividing path and share their dreams of hopes
return.
They gaze through the gazebos to the silhouettes mountain past
the rolling pasture now covered in shadows, beyond the wooden
bridge like peace over tumbling waters. With souls carved out as
deep as the sky, they listen to the distant peacocks echo, calling to
their unfolding hopes with a resounding here!...here! Ive seen
them here!
Yet, disenchantment must first find consolation to acrimonious
disappointments so they let go of sadness beneath the stars by
the garden, one tear at a time.