When even the moon can’t guide our course… This was written after my lovely sister-in-law Susan lost her long battle with liver cancer, as a reminder that no matter how dark things might feel, the light will return once more. Photography by Charlie Parant Marooned When all falls dark upon this world the daylight lost to hardened night our compass stuck within a void our sails slip tattered and unfurled. When even moon can’t guide our course the clouds have swallowed all its light; and waves are stilled to silent calm our hope abandoned on the shoals. When ink has robbed us of our sight despondency infests our bones we stave the dark to wait for dawn… for in that light the shadows flee— we mend the sails, reset our tack… the soft warm breeze soothes like a balm; we stem the tide to carry on. Photography by Catherine Ghosh Ginny Brannan : Residing in New England with hus...
Women's Spiritual Poetry