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That Feeling That Comes With a Loss...

The feeling that comes with a loss,
that this hole, this gaping absence
swallows, too, all that still remains,
so that the fragile balance whispers
its soulful last, before trailing away ...
and what then, is the work of recovery,
when you feel now, between worlds,
pieces of you bound to the departed,
where in the moment you'd rather be,
with its borders dissolved in the dark,
like you have entered your own dreams,
which no longer end, which relieves you.
But then, you sigh, or gasp, or choke,
and you are brought back to your body,
battered and fragile, broken in places,
but here, where you've always breathed,
where love first came to dance with you.
Here, from where the glory feelings arise,
here, from where all that you love leaves.
Bound to yourself, to your shaky breath
where all the promises can be fulfilled,
where, one staggered breath at at a time,
you can fill your body with everything
that exists around you, you can choose
what and how to be here, while …

LOVE OF SEVEN MILES by Seamus Lowell

Love of Seven Miles

Where the giant left a footstep Carved deeply into the ground Leaving a trace of an ocean Cradling the immense water You’re on one side, I’m on the other But I can hear your heartbeat
Where the ancient oaks grew roots Feeding from the soil Through the rustling leaves That tell a thousand stories I can hear your longing sigh
Where the moss grew a bed For fairies to sleep Where they play joyfully With tinkling laughter, clapping hands I can hear your whisper
Where swans glide on the surface Of crystal lakes They make gentle winds with their wings And I can hear it blowing every lock of your hair
Where the desert sand chooses to fly And paints the air red And makes it hard to breathe I can hear the blink of your eye
Where the cave’s darkness Swallows the light And only fireflies light the world I can hear you smile as you think of me
Where there’s an army of people Disappointed with love Chanting sorrow and pain I can hear you throw a kiss without a sound
For you’re my only true love Seven miles or se…

DEEPLY by Megan Gogoll


I want to let go. I want to run from societal constraints and smash the glass ceiling. I want to live barefoot in the forest, amongst the trees, and become Goddess.. I want to Breathe. Deeply So very deeply
Inhale down to my nether regions, Hold it. This moment. Right here. Exhale.
I am grasping in a home with so many screens and walls and dejection. I need to uncover myself.. Be stripped bare, be naked. In the sea. In the moonlight. Feel the Earth under my feet, in between my toes, Grounded. Grounded and connected. To light, to being.
I want to weep on my knees with the exquisite ache that resides in my heart. It is heavy. Heavy and full with love and gratitude, and masochistic tethers. Am I tied to, or tied down?
I want to shatter them, break them, rip them from the ground and run, Sprint. Breathe. Deeply So very deeply
My wings are dark and excruciating, They are desperate to expand. To soar and be seen. I revel with the lucid, the ecstasy, the benevolent unknown.
Like dipping a toe into the sea, I am ready …

EARTH ANGELS by Krista Angelique

Earth Angels

I have witnessed, Earth Angels.
They different forms.  Sometimes, secretly.
Sometimes,  Loud and proud, like Mom. 
Like ones, in Colorado. 
Where mountains,  The lack of air, Where I look upon  The grace of being alone,  And also, Filled  In company,  Where I look at prairie dogs, bunnies, And hear owls singing to me,  Where I walk out and feel, Supported. 
Where, love truly is alive.  Where life surrounds me, Rather than money,  rather than emptiness. Rather than pain.
Tonight,  I lie pondering it all.  Dogs above my head, At my feet, With no harsh words, With a promise, That dance,

Cardinals by Krista Angelique

This poem arrived out of spirit, upon taking care of my mother as she took her final breath...
I cared for Mother with the help of hospice, in her home, where she wished to pass into spirit. We administered morphine to ease the pain as her body struggled in letting go. My mother and I shared this most tender and sacred time of departure in one’s life, crossing every bridge together, till her last breath, with my cradling her body, and holding her hand just as she had asked me to do. This poem is about Mother's animal spirit, the cardinal.
In Shamanism, it is said,  When a cardinal visits  It is someone from heaven Stopping by to say hello.  They appear in one’s life When they are in a time of despair, And also in times of celebration. 
When my mother took her last breath I already knew the cardinals would visit. The cardinal was her animal spirit And she loved their singing As she, too, sang beautifully. 
A dear person, Shortly after her death, Found a cardinal feather.  He gifted it to m…


The Holy Making of the Day

Balm for my soul small moments of grace  I open my heart to blessings flowing through me
Aware of my essence enfolding all parts of myself shadow and light  into the sacred whole
I return inside to heal breathing purpose and light  returning to innocence
This moment  impregnated with simply being  I surrender to love
The holy making of the day


(This poem originally appeared in Lynn's debut poetry collection, Back to Grace, found here)

Lynn: As a truth seeker, pilgrim, light worker and energy healer I write and run social media pages under the pen name of ‘Earthschool Harmony’. As a third generation poet, I was influenced by the wisdom of poets, sages, saints and mystics such as Rumi, Kabir, Hafiz, Lalla and Mirabai. Recently, I published my first spiritual poetry book, Back to Grace (December, 2018). It represents my personal journey of awakening and carries with it an essence of healing, love and light that nourishes the soul: an offering of scribed soul food. I am a…

A SACRED SURRENDER by Brigid Clare Oak

It's been nearly a quarter century since I first encountered the figure of Brigid of Ireland. 

She befriended me immediately and has not left me since. Hers is a beautiful, trusted presence in my heart and soul; a deep source of healing, inspiration, and encouragement. On this, Her Feast, I bring this offering, with gratitude and great love!

A Sacred Surrender by Brigid Clare Oak
Brigid of the Christ Light;
Keeper of the Eternal Flame;
Mother, Muse, Melder
of Home and Hearth.   Fair Bride, Fierce Bride;
Bright Sun, Mysterious Moon;
Star-clad, Sky-cloaked
Woman of Peace and Power! In this most pure and potent Hour,
and in All Moments, surrounding;
Be my lifting, be my grounding;
Be my gifting; my soul's true sounding; That I may shine forth
Your hospitality and grace;
That I may embody
Your warm embrace;
That I may with strength
the weak protect,
and with Your Light;
despair deflect.
That I may with
Your Dear Hands heal,
and forge connections
strong and real;
That I may drink worthily
from Your Well,
and wi…

ON A WINTER EVE- REVELATION by Alenka Korez Gajšek

This poem was born on a cold, post-holiday winter evening when pain was pouring down my veins, clearing way to the bright sunrise, which was yet to come.

We all feel like this sometimes, believing and picturing and seeking for that bright light on the horizon. I would like to offer this poem to all the beautiful women, reading and co-creating Women Spiritual Poetry, as a reminder to the heart that there is always light, no matter how dark it gets. 
That light is you...

On a Winter Eve/Revelation
Upon a cold breeze on a winter eve I lay all my despair,  Mother. I lay all my unmet hopes of actually doing something,  Father.
Take them all, tall empthy branches. Knit them into the finest fabric rising like a star dust above the high lands. In this cold winter eve let it shine to a lost traveller to be his guiding star.
Remember,  the pain can be purified like a sparkling mountain spring. May it flow may it wash in and out may it bring all that heals, ... Revelation.

Alenka Korez Gajšek I live in Maribor, Slovenia,…