Skip to main content

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.


~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!~ 

Comments

  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.

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

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

  This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness… Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather

IMBOLC by Caroline Mellor

The inspiration for this poem came after I watched a magical winter sunset and full moonrise from the top of Firle Beacon in the South Downs... Unusually for me, I wrote the poem quite quickly and changed it very little before publishing it – perhaps the energies were working through my pen! Imbolc is the mid-point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It’s a fire festival which I particularly love because of its associations with Brigid, the Celtic Mother Goddess of arts and crafts, clear sight, healing, inspiration and nurturance of creative talents – something which, through my writing, I am always trying to connect with.  I also love Imbolc because, with so much darkness and negativity in the world today, it is a time for hope, potential, visioning and initiation. With love and blessings as the light returns. Photography by Chanel Baran IMBOLC    by Caroline Mellor I am the dream of awakening. I am the returning of the night.  I am the tough green

WINTER SOLSTICE: A GIFT OF LOVE by Carolyn Riker

I’ve had several days now of alone time… It is unusual and a gift that I couldn’t see until I breathed it. I have been able to watch the sun’s rise through the grey of dawn and smile at the flickers of frost melting on the waving boughs of evergreen. It’s unique to follow daylight as it traverses the tempo of a cat’s soft slumbering purr. Night comes swifter and the glow of candles and the flames of fire comfort me more than the steady stream of always-doing-more. As much as I resisted, I needed this break. I had no idea how much my body was trying to tell me   slow down   until the exhaustion settled in around my joints. My eyes swam in molasses. Heaviness of I-can’t-hold-out-much-long, walked me to the throne of my nest. It’s winter’s gift of self-nurturing and love. It’s been a quiet proclamation of femininity and a need for comfort foods. Lemon crisps and cranberry, white-chocolate shortbread dipped in tea; I felt a hint of being pampered without