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WE WHO HAVE GATHERED by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

The Native American Indians of the Choctaw Tribe called the August Full Moon “Women’s Moon”...

It is also another Super Moon, filling our August night so bright. How fitting that we who have gathered with our words let them rise into the Full Moon sky. 

We now celebrate the release of the Anthology of our poetry: Journey of the Heart: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry by Women. May this poem bring the truest intentions of our hearts as we gather in celebration.

We Who Have Gathered

we who have gathered,
with our words-
our stories,
our breath-
letting them rise,
into the full moon sky.
our souls that hold,
our words like stars-
that scatter,
across the universe-
of our lives,
we do not die-
but bring glimmer-
just like those who,
have shined before us.
we sisters,
who hold the moon,
so close to the-
beating of our hearts,
the shifts she brings-
tethers us together,
as we sing our stories-
on the pages of our journey.
super moon,
we encircle you-
with our truths,
our trials,
our tears that-
fall upon our dancing-
gently ever laughing,
as we sing our words,
to the sky that holds
the women’s moon so high,
on this August night.
**Our book is available  in paperback and e-book editions at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Balboa Press** 
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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!~ 


  1. Beautifully captured! A perfect share to celebrate our book release!

  2. Ms Pamela V.L.PasekaSeptember 14, 2014 at 10:17 AM

    Eloquently sacredly divine


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