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LIFE COMES UPON US by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

When something hard or painful happens, my soul flows with words that brings forth that pain, and brings words of healing…

I wrote this poem after I found out that my brother had a stroke, this past April. Life does come upon us, sometimes so raw and hard, but what I have learned is that we carry each other and that we are never alone.

Life Comes Upon Us

life comes upon us,
brings us to groundless-
we reach towards,
each other-
to carry us beyond it.
whatever comes,
to hit us so hard-
feeling its blow,
but not letting go-
of one another,
I am your landing ground-
you are my light,
when we are lost-
we are found,
in the darkest of our nights.
for in each other’s holding,
the prayers that flood-
our souls,
holds us to the tethering-
of each other close,
we are never alone.


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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