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THE SACRED CIRCLE by Sonja Phillips Hollie

We are a sisterhood of love...

We are a spark of divine light in this tribal realization, emerging into a divine force of creative energy, and soaring into oneness on the wings of truth.

My poem honors the sacredness of all women. It depicts the unearthing and embodying of our divine path: a journey leading us into our deepest self. The wings symbolize spiritual truth, freedom and the soul’s flight and detachment from the old world and its primitive thoughts and ideologies.

In this new age of transformation our story is no longer hidden behind the barriers of a patriarchal society. As the world is awakening to the divine feminine, new worlds are unfolding as women from all walks of life are uniting and empowering each other. Putting the feminine back in deity!
Artwork by Elena Ray

The Sacred Circle
by Sonja Phillips Hollie

Deep within us 
lies
an untold story.
It is here
where our Journey begins:
In between love and truth
side by side
as one
in the sacred circle 
of sisterhood.
All connected,
all born as light.
like the Rising Sun
filled with ancient mystery
each sister representing
a new world in me.
No longer bound
we fly,
on cosmic wings,
beyond darkness,
reflecting the inner heavens
of our being,
projecting the spirit 
of love and truth
received by all mortal queens
on their wings of sisterhood.

Sonja Marie Phillips- Hollie: I was born in the Windy City of Chicago but now reside in Texas. I have a degree in Spanish and have worked as a bilingual translator, supervisor and Data Analyst for Student Life Programs on campus. One of my life passions has been acting as a counselor and mentor for at risk high school students. I enjoy reading and writing poetry, dancing and hope to one day write my first novel. I am a blend of many different ethnicities, and embrace them all! I also have a fascination with Egypt: a theme that often appears in my poems. I'm a mother of three beautiful daughters. My hope is that my poetry touches someone’s heart, comforts the lonely, or redeems a lost soul.



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