The Full moon in January calls to my soul with gentle releasing… She takes my intentions and draws them unto her light as she becomes my compass pulling me out of my dark. She is also called the “Wolf Moon” as my soul rises with the howl song, a song that rises from deep within me; as we in winter retreat inward to touch the fire that burns within our souls. Full Moon Holds January full moon, holds January- in its light, releasing all that is hard- often regretful, into the night, I do not want regret, to wane against- my hoping, for all that pulls- me down, I look up at your gleaming. light around me, like a compass- pulling me out, of my dark. what restrains us, tries to stain us- the humanness of us, only wants to speak- of our guilt. but my soul rises, with its howl song- rises with its dance, rises in the presence- of winter’s soon retreating. the moon longs to, touch the breath- of the sun, as I desire to r...
Women's Spiritual Poetry