I do not believe I have ever experienced a holier cathedral than the woods while it is snowing… I find snow to be both romantic and religious, gorgeous and glorious. I feel like a child on a snow day from school and a traveler on a sacred pilgrimage all at once. When it is snowing, I can’t remain indoors; I am drawn to be in it. Vermont Snowfall From a leaden desolate sky drift these weightless stars spun of air and water that disappear on touch so light I might have dreamt them up these gossamer prisms holy geometries. Though I cannot hold them they press one against the other lovers each to all until they tuck right into the sides of earth, like a starched clean sheet on a birthing bed. (Here is the actual inspiration behind the poem) Photograph by the author: Sheri Lindner Sheri Lindner , Ph.D., a former teacher of English, and currently a clinical psychologist, is also a p...
Women's Spiritual Poetry