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SNOWFLAKE CHRISTENING by Anita Brown

I have been writing for about a year now-- mostly poetry…

  A shorter version of this poem was written last year (one of my very first) but as I've continued to trust my intuition more and more, I've found that I was able to expand the initial poem into something broader and deeper.

Now it better expresses my hopefulness for experiencing the sacred in ordinary and extra ordinary ways!  I hope you enjoy it.

Snowflake Christening

new day beckons
replete with infinite rebirth
revealed in
alabaster, snow-capped branches
in a bright, sunlit sky

closing eyes
on a quest
to a raw beauty
that mars.
and human scars
recalling torment
and unveiled suffering...
on timber ascending skyward
a different snow-less day

close them to evict
the outside world
gaze inward!
praising
filling
emptying

there,
an abandoned cradle
desolate and lifeless
a missing Christ Child
not yet resurrected

and yet,
snowflakes
fall afresh
kissing my face
in a christening
of sorts
immersed and washed clean
A smile emerging
as natural
and miraculous
as baby's arrival
into the naked NOW

Anita Brown is a content mother of two teenagers and wife of 20 years, both of which she is grateful for every day. She began writing poetry in the fall of 2012 after a mini-breakdown cracked open her heart and allowed this newly found gift to shine through. Many months later, she is realizing the truth in the saying that ‘breakdown equals spiritual awakening’ as she is pleasantly shocked at how much more peace she has in her spirit and how that is reflected in her life.  Anita loves yoga, dancing, traveling, cooking, walking her golden Sierra, and quiet evenings at home. She especially enjoys teaching meditation to under-served communities and listening to others as they express the same joy at the transformation occurring from such simple but regular practice.


~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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