“……and we received healing as we heard the berry pickers far away!”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and we received healing as we heard the berry pickers far away!”

 

 

 

 

As Cuddles and Jitters patted and tapped on Spottedy chest

And the old goat began to breath easy under such touchy blessings

Ministering friends and healing Goat all heard humming in crest

O’er the near hills twixt healing bed and dark pits of dire stressings.

 

 

“What ye hear?  what dat humming?  So far, yet so near!”

Did Spottedy and healers all whispery-whistle as one.

“Shush, shush, dis hummin’ pours wellness into my bier,”

Did Spottedy caution healing friends in smiling tone.

 

 

“Ah, ah, now I haves it!” did spark up Jitters as he danced.

“Now I smell the drift of berry juice all drippin’ in the hums!”

“Dose foragin’ friends under Old Crow has founds foods so scanced!”

Thus did small smells and hums bring new hope to these tums.

 

“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”


“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”

 

 

 

 

So, friends needing healing, friends needing feedings–

And friends needing new set of directions to the next bright spot

Did now divide themselves quite by nature into three leadings:

One group to nurse Spottedy,one to find food, one to find new map dot.

 

 

 

 

So scouting group formed by blend of Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey to hear

Both to lead in listening for water, for sounds of sizzling light to guide their parade,

For sounds of new friends in aide, for those working to bring grains to bear

These friends more strongly on their way, for sounds of forces forbade.

 

 

 

 

So quick food foraging group was already behind Old Crookeye, Old Dog;

To see better, to reach out with scoping and sniffing nearby ready eats

Bringing Mistress Mouse up from the rear to twitch out crumbs from clog

Bringing Littley Lamb to nose out tender shootlings from byways as treats.

 

 

 

 

So tender ministering toes and Bushy Palms and blinking and twinking

Did Croaker and Terrapin, Cuddles and Jiggles, Old Stump Woman and Fuzzy Worm

Bring to seep healing and love into Old Spottedy’ heart and soul, once sinking

Sung to blissful rest by Ugly Bird and overflown with cooling by Old Crow o’er the berm.

“……and then the terrapin blinked.”


 

“……and then the terrapin blinked.”

Lookin’ up into the top of his shell, dear Terrapin did blink!

“Oh, meesies, mysies, where beez dat light comin’ from?”

Dear Terrapin did ask his heart while stoppin’ his mind from think.

“Oh, goodness graciousies, me feels more light like at a prom!”

 

 

Then did dusty voice from under Terrapin toes did croon,

“Ye gets this light from your own soul, ye shell-hous-ed son!

“Ye stored light from Cuddlies’ pats and Jitters’ toe-taps in boon!

“Ye has light to show you way to all friends’ help Spottedy as one!”

 

 

So did Terrapin look out to brink and crawled to each friend in turn:

“Come, ye Old Turtley; come, ye Flop-Eared Donkey and boy;

“Come, ye Old Shepherd and Cross-Eyed Dog; Come, let us learn

“How to forgive and help and rescue Dear Spottedy from being a crash-ed toy!”

 

 

For each time Terrapin blinked, Rainbowsy lights did glint from each wise eye,

Signalling the friends to move and embrace tottering Spottedy on that cliff,

With Turtley offering strong back and Crookeye lifting up goat so high

As to rest on Donkey’s back, held by arms of boy and Old Shepherd without miff.

 

 

“Oh, how ye get all friends to forgive and rescue, dear Terrapin so smart?”

Did Spottedy pant and weep while draped on Donkey so weary but true.

“Oh, I just heard dusty voice saying I must blink the light into each heart;

To point the way to release old thoughts and rejoice in love for our crew.”

 

“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!” (Part One)


 

“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!”

“Hey, You!  What you meansies, all stompsies my juicy buggsies?”

spit out Old Turtley, thirsting all along on many turns and twists of trail,

blaming Spottedy Goat for all this thirsting cause of planted truggsies

Dear Goatie must perform to keep Friend Riders on board, hearty and hail.

 

 

 

“Hey ye ol’ Spotted One, what for you blew so hard on me tender wings,”

whined Ugly Bird flapping just above Dear Goatie’s nose to cool her feathers,

seeking cooling from hot desert mountain swirls as she swings and sings,

yet caring not bout Spottedy’s labors to bear up friends in these weathers.

 

 

“Whist you flappsies that stinking ol’ tail mongst all our faces?”

cried Littley Lamb and Old Shepherd and Cross-Eyed Dog toddling so close

behind Dear Goatie for fear of fallin’ behind and fear of slidin’ in traces

of ol’ rock slides yet blamin’ Dear Goatie for his own goatie-ness of pose.

 

 

All this while a jewel-shelled terrapin watched and blinked around the bend.

All this while a dear little rainbow-patched terrapin did blink and think.

All this while the multi-toned terrapin began to pull into shell in a trend

Needed to look inward, to ponder under which stoney word Spottedy would sink.

 

 

 

Dear followers and friends, please ponder and wonder what action Spottedy will next take! 

                What would you do?

                What should Friends do?

Stay tuned for Part Two of the healing that comes with terrapin therapy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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