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STAR POWER by Mary L. Westcott

This poem is an example of how healing nature is for me…

It reflects how the beauty of nature reminds me that that God created a vast and eternal universe with incredible beauty and power in even the smallest star.

In my poem, the beast of wanting refers to the human struggle of overcoming our unfulfilled desires, that if we let go of "wanting" we can lean into enjoyment of each moment. 

Star Power
by Mary L. Westcott

I walk down the pebbly path
to the ocean shore
to tame the beast of wanting,

I let the ocean in its many-waved
beauty sing an endless
song of peace.

let the wind blow through
the trees of regret
to the full moon of happiness.

let the night forgive the day’s
transgressions, pull the shades
on sorrow, blanket the earth
like an embrace.

let the stars’ power
be in its distant twinkle,
remind us there is Something
much greater than a dot
in the sky.




Mary L. Westcott has been writing poetry for more than 25 years. She received an MA in Writing from Johns Hopkins University in 2010.In addition, she holds a doctorate from the University of Maryland in Sociology.  She has been published in more than 55 literary journals. She has published 6 books of poetry, including the latest from Balboa Press, called Fluttering on Earth, a poetic memoir with a spiritual message. Click here to see her books. Mary draws inspiration from nature and has begun writing more spiritual poetry in the last few years.. She retired from the National Institutes of Health, and lives in Central Florida with her two rescue cats, Rocky Rio and Didi. You may find out more about Mary on her website here or connect with her on Facebook here. 




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