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Two New Poetry Books By David A. Crenshaw (click on titles for details)       The Vision of the Heart  and A Place of Healing and Hope

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Child and Adolescent Psychotherapy: Wounded Spirits and Healing Paths,

Therapeutic Engagement of Children and Adolescents

Understanding and Treating the Aggression of Children: Fawns in Gorilla Suits

Understanding and Treating Aggressive Children: Fawns in Gorilla Suits

Handbook of Play Therapy with Aggressive Children


Evocative Strategies in Child and Adolescent Psychotherapy

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DVD on Grief
...Heart Symbol Strategies
...Heartfelt Feelings Coloring Card Kit
...Party Hats on Monsters
...Anger Modulation Drawings
...The Ship Prepares for Voyage
...The Magic Key
...The Fair Trial
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...Falling Leaves
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Articles for Parents and Teachers
Article: Empathic Healer
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Article: Windows to the Child�s Soul
Article: Selective Mutism
Article: Sealing off the Fountain
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Article: Rosie the Golden Retriever
Poetry... Musings of the Soul
...Multicultural Language of Healing a Child
...Poetry Book-The Vision of the Heart
...Poetry Book-A Place of Healing and Hope
Tribute to Survivors of Domestic Violence
"My Wish for Children"
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Poetry - Musings of the Soul

by David A. Crenshaw


 A Tribute to the Love of Mothers

 What are those cries I hear in the dark of the night?

Who is crying?

What are those tears I see in the full light of day?

Tears streaming down the face of a child, a man, a woman

How could Rilke have known that there is an inconsolable source of all tears?

Mothers know what to do

They tenderly snuggle, hold dear, comfort, console and the cries subside

And the tears no longer flow in the most vulnerable and sweetest of all God�s children

But we grow and we move away from our mothers

We learn to suppress and hide our tears and muffle our cries

We are grown up now, the cries come less often and the tears are rarely seen

Now I am older, in a far place and time from my mother

Crying is undignified

Tears are unsightly

I walk past houses at night

At the end of a work day

I hear the cries of a baby

The mother will know what to do

She will hold, she will comfort, she will cuddle you dear one

And it will be all okay

Your tears are mine, and every man, woman, and child

For we walk this earth alone, we grow up

We become separate

No longer do we have our mothers to lovingly attend to our hurts

Except in rare moments, we no longer reveal our vulnerability

The cries I hear, the tears I see, they are for all of us,

Who left behind a long time ago the comfort of our mothers

To roam the earth to find a new home for our soul

But no place can be found that provides the kind of shelter for the soul

That a mother can provide; we are all nomads seeking a home

Could this be Rilke�s �inconsolable source of all tears�?

A place of belonging we once had but lost?

But this is what I�ve learned:

�Home� still resides deep in our soul

The inconsolable source of all tears is the same deep place inside

Where the home, the �shelter for the soul� can be found

The greatest and most lasting gift of a loving mother

 I now understand when I hear those cries in the night

When I see those tears in the full light of day

Comfort is near but don�t seek it in the world around you

Find it within, the priceless gift of a loving mother

Who left you deep inside a place of comfort, solace, peace, and love:

A �shelter for the soul�



A safe home at its best is

A place of joy and hope

A shelter for the heart


A safe home at its best is

A place of belonging, rest, and play

A nest of love and nurture


A safe home at its least is

A place free of threat or harm

A shelter from danger


Every child needs a safe home

A refuge from the storm

A safe harbor


A safe home

Is it too much to ask?

Children want to know




Children of rage bear wounds of the heart,

Wounds invisible, wounds that don�t bleed,

Does anyone notice?


Do only the wounds that bleed count?

If you can�t see the wound or bandage it, does the child not hurt?

Or does it hurt more partly because you don�t see it or count it?


A wound seeks a witness,

Longs to break its silence

To be respected and valued.


How many wounds unseen, not counted can a child bear?

Is rage the devalued wound screaming to be seen, to be heard?

What is it that we see? What is it that we hear?


As we undertake the healing journey

We encounter many children with hidden, secret wounds

The thick smokescreen of rage obscures.


 Will we see?

 Hear and honor?

The wounds of the heart




I�ve searched high and low,

All around the world,

And nowhere to be found is my brother�s keeper,

Surely, he or she must be somewhere,

Belatedly, I came to realize that

My brother�s keeper is only to be found,

Within you and me

 *Originally published in:�Therapist Healing and Use of Self�. In D. A. Crenshaw (ed.), Child and Adolescent Psychotherapy: Wounded Spirits and Healing Paths (p.126). Lanham, MD: Jason Aronson/Rowman & Littlefield Publishing.



Come walk with me

Don�t despair

I will accompany you

Together we will find the path

That leads to your place of healing and belonging.

 **Originally published in:�Tales of Heartbreak and Joy and Reflections along the Healing Path� . In D. A. Crenshaw (ed.), Child and Adolescent Psychotherapy: Wounded Spirits and Healing Paths (pp. 158-159). Lanham, MD: Jason Aronson/Rowman & Littlefield Publishing.





Where can I find Mabel?

Mabel doesn�t live here anymore,

Her body is still here but her soul left a long time ago.


When did her soul leave?

A long time ago

When no one believed her.



A long ago time when

Girls who accused fathers of molestation

Were sent to insane asylums.


A time in the distant past

When girls were not simply disbelieved but

Regarded as crazy, insane.


How long has Mabel�s body been housed in this insane asylum?

Forty-Seven years

She came here when thirteen-years-old.


Mabel�s body is still confined,

But not her soul

Her soul left this dehumanizing place long ago.


*** Written to honor a patient that Dr. Crenshaw met in 1962 on the back ward of a state hospital, primitive in its conditions compared to today�s standards. She was 60-years-old at the time. She had not received a visitor in over 40 years. Dr. Crenshaw has never been able to forget her. Story told in �A Spectrum of Dynamic Forces that Silence Children� (D. A. Crenshaw & Jennifer Lee, 2008) in D. A. Crenshaw (ed.), Child and Adolescent Psychotherapy: Wounded Spirits and Healing Paths (pp. 117-119). Lanham, MD: Jason Aronson/Rowman & Littlefield Publishing.




A home for the heart

Is more than a house

A place of joining; ties that bind.


A home, not a house

Filled with love and joy

A tender shelter for the soul.


A home, not a house

A place of belonging

A nest of abundant nurture.


A home, not a house

The warmth of a fire

Connection and protection.


A home, not a house

Nourishment, encouragement

Fostering hopes and dreams.


A home, not a house

Learning and growing

And eventually letting go.


A home, not a house

Wishes are expressed

Misdeeds are confessed.


A home, not a house

A sanctuary where

Healing takes place.


A home, not a house

Always welcome to return

Where hearts come together as one.



The Lost Child


Has anyone seen the child I once was?

How long has he been gone?

He has been missing a long time.


Where did you last see him?

At a church picnic

Eating an ice cream cone


If we were to see him,

What would he look like?

Oh, he would be smiling.


What else would we see?

Ice cream all over his face

And that smile from ear to ear.


If we should see him,

What do you want us to do?

Hug him and tell him welcome back.


Tell him we will soon

Be united and joined

Together at home at last.



The Ache in Your Heart


Someone you love dies.

You cry, you grieve,

But you are changed.


You can never be the same

Because the ache in your heart

Never completely goes away.



Where is God?


A child laughs,

A child sheds a tear,

God is near.


A child is sad.

A child is mad.

God is near.


A child is glad.

A child is scared.

God is near.


A child wonders.

A child feels joy.

God is near.


Where is God?

Take time to notice a precious child.

God will be near.



Timeless Attachments


When someone special dies,

The physical presence is gone,

But the attachment lives on.


The attachment is timeless,

Vibrant and vital,

A bond not bounded by death.


The vital presence is felt

In the midst of physical absence

In a thousand ways and places


The timeless attachment is a precious gift

Given to us,

It nourishes and sustains us.


The gift is abundant.

It contains the influence, values,

Teachings and example of one so dear


A gift that can never

Be taken away

A blessing to be cherished forever


Beauty: Do We Notice?

Beauty within us

Beauty around us

Beauty that elevates the spirit

Beauty that nourishes the soul

Beauty in simple acts of kindness

Beauty in forgiveness

Beauty in acceptance

Beauty in compassion

Beauty in love

Beauty in loyalty

Do we notice?


Beauty in animals

Beauty in nature

Beauty in flowers

Beauty in smiles

Beauty in holding on

Beauty in letting go

Beauty in a life well-lived

Beauty in courage facing suffering

Beauty in dying with dignity

Beauty in reverence

Do we notice?


Beauty in respect

Beauty in sensitivity

Beauty in humility

Beauty in strength

Beauty in children and adults playing

Beauty in laughter

Beauty in remembering

Beauty in forgetting

Beauty in sharing

Beauty in caring

Do we notice?


Beauty in helping

Beauty in giving

Beauty in gracious receiving

Beauty in consoling a child

Beauty in friendship

Beauty in family ties

Beauty in intimacy

Beauty in trust

Beauty in the heart

Beauty in the soul

Do we notice?


Beauty in tenderness

Beauty in hugs

Beauty to behold

Beauty to hold

Beauty in touch

Beauty in reconnection

Beauty in reconciliation

Beauty in dedication

Beauty in passion

Beauty in reflection

Do we notice?


� Copyright 2008 by David A. Crenshaw, Ph.D.  All rights reserved.