The seasons always bring great significance to my spiritual growth… Living in the Midwest, I am fortunate enough to experience all of them. Winter is a time for retreating inward, almost hibernating. I come to its stillness as it brings me to my silent waiting as my garden awaits its bloom. Come To My Winter Sun come to my winter sun, cold it sits- in the white sky, hanging against- grey skies. frozen earth, lays in silent waiting- for it return. my heart is still, longing for its- returning place, but inward I return- where the ground, of my garden- awaits its bloom. I sit as icicles, form upon my window- winters settling, sleeping in quiet rest. I too sit in winters waiting, while the holding of my stillness remains. ~ Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg : About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry