Heather Gelb- A Poem

                 Rehabilitating Grief

There once was a famous photographer

Who bought a horse and rode across the wild west

To rehabilitate his grief,

To feel his pain

Without hurting others.

Tall red rock replaced

Skyscrapers of steel, and sounds of

War and senseless dying were replaced by

His peaceful heartbeat pumping healing forward

With each horse step.

I ride a horse through my own wild country,

Bareback and connected,

The sound of each step forward

Another Rumi poem to ponder,

Taking pictures to document

All the places where flowers sprung from grief.

Brief Bio: I often feel like a gazelle as I leap from hilltop to hilltop.

On one of these hills I recently publish my memoir, my spiritual journey from the hills of one land to another: http://www.amazon.com/From-Hilltop-Path-Rwanda-Israel/dp/1937623076

One of my poems based on this book was featured in the fall edition of Poetica Magazine.

I have also published stories and poetry in other various publications like Green Panda Press, Deronda Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Stepping Stones, IJN and Esra Magazine