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HOUSES OF THE HOLY by Jamie Burgess

This poem was the result of a writing prompt…

The week this poem was created, I had joined an online writing group in hopes of learning to be more vulnerable with my art, becoming a bit more courageous in sharing it. It was such a beautiful group of ladies! 

They held space for everyone in such a way that we all felt safe and loved. It was the opportunity I needed to really open up and allow myself to be seen. It was truly a life-changer. I am so grateful for the experience, and this poem was a huge part of that.

Houses of the Holy
by Jamie Burgess


I have birthed
ecstasy
and
new life
from the darkness
between my hips.
I have nurtured
tiny, beautiful humans
with these bones
housed
within.
They carry my weight,
as well as my burdens,
quietly absorbing
all of my secrets.
They have danced me up
out of the ashes,
supported
my every move,
and breath,
and dream.
Strength
and sinew,
they have proven
their ability to
endure.
They have
whispered
to me
from the moment
of their
creation,
heavily steeped
in magic
and power
and divinity.
God- breathed.
The author's daughter as photographed by Shellene Cannon


Jamie Burgess is a wild, creative, adventurous heart. She is a mama, writer, doula, tree hugger, star gazer, devourer of books, adorer of music, and photographer-in-the-making.  Her heart’s desire is to encourage and inspire others with her art and life. She is committed to living with courage, daily, and following her heart, always. You can connect with her on both Facebook here and Instagram here.




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  1. AnonymousMarch 20, 2015 at 12:02 PM

    Brilliant words that color in the exquisite story of birthing,
    bringing baby and mama into this world, together.
    Thank you for sharing such a potent poem.

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    1. Jamie BurgessMay 9, 2015 at 10:51 PM

      Thank you so much, Erin, for your kind words.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 23, 2015 at 8:46 AM

    This is so beautiful <3

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  3. Mahima GabrielMay 9, 2015 at 2:08 PM

    Jamie this touched me deeply ... on several levels, all beautiful!! The first lines drew me right in ... <3

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