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LIFE'S TOO SHORT by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

My heart has been bruised by the sudden breaking of a friendship…

When forgiveness is not even offered as an option, or grace released to bring healing, I feel so lost to my soul. 

Life is but a brief moment of time here on earth: our journey is to touch each other with our light. So, if by chance dear friend you are reading this, know that I hold you in love, and in gentle peace. For it is through love and peace that our stories, our fear, our hurt, will be set free.

Life’s Too Short

life’s too short,
to hold that battle-
in your heart,
the who wins-
the who loses,
doesn’t matter anymore.
what seed of deception,
has altered your-
perception,
has drawn your soul-
from bringing,
yourself to grace now.
life’s too short,
to re-open that wound-
and watch it bleed again,
to lose your gleam-
and freedom from within-
your self esteem,
is oh so crushed-
for you to hold,
onto so much-
to let it dim,
the light of you-
bring yourself to,
the moment that-
is calling to you,
bring yourself-
to compassion,
to forgiveness some how.
what heals the wound,
is surrendering now-
what is worth,
to hold onto-
such hurt.
life’s too short,
let love bring you-
to your release now.
"Les Noisettes" by William Bouguereau 

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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