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MY HEART ONLY WANTS by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

(Editor's Note: With Mother's Day just around the corner, I'd like to offer you this poem by Maureen, which caused me to reflect on the many ways in which we women engage our nurturing, mothering energy and love with one another, all the time, in the friendships we share. And it is so precious to us too! What would we do without it?)

This poem was written for someone very dear to my heart…

It pains me so, when a soul is so lost in the fear and in darkness that they can not reach the light. This poem, like a prayer, calls out for this dear one so close to me; and yet there are many times our inner one can be calling out these words to our selves.

My Heart Only Wants

my heart only wants,
to reach for you-
hold your soul,
tenderly towards me,
and  give you love-
effortlessly,
what grinds against-
our fabric of trust,
more than what-
comes up for us,
and turns over-
in our minds,
and hearts.
I’ve made my mistakes,
I‘ve learned to crawl-
and walk,
but you hold yours-
so tight,
they build up walls-
I reach to hold,
you in my arms-
vulnerable for,
the taking-
without expecting,
let the walls of confusion-
come crumbling down,
let love’s light abound-
pass the torture soul,
you hold close-
and lock away,
just this time-
won’t you come out,
and play-
let me see your gentle smile,
your laughter ride-
on your freeing sky.
my heart only wants,
to reach for you-
burst through,
the walls-
that imprison you,
let you know-
I will hold it all,
for you-
in the palm of my soul,
with forgiveness and grace-
let it all go. 

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling. I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I am currently working on publishing a book of my poetry. I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.


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  1. Love is the most beautiful gift, especially when infused with gentle understanding! I'm borrowing this for an event page, with your permission. Thanks Maureen and Catherine.

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    1. Yes, Savitri, such loving understanding is so comforting! Thank you for sharing. :) xoxo

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