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 was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling .I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I am currently working on publishing a book of my poetry. I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
A lovely beginning for this cold December day in Virginia. "I too sit in winters waiting,while the holding of my stillness remains." -love this <3
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