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THE FINAL STRAND OF HOPE by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

We have all heard the expression feeling like we are “at the end of our rope.”

I feel we are tethered to our souls with a strand of light. Sometimes we feel like we are barely hanging on. It is an inner pulling, a sacred cord that we even pull each other through, with our prayers, intentions and songs. It pulls us back to our courage, it keeps us moving on and through even when we feel like letting go.

The Final Strand of Hope
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

the final strand of strength,
I hold on with weak hands-
as you tether me,
to my journey.
all what may seem gone,
lost,
or taken away-
brings me to my cord,
of life,
light,
and love,
holding me close-
to the length of my day,
my knowing,
bringing me here.
it is my inner pulling,
like a rope tied-
around me,
pulling me through-
the waves of my fears.
for now I stand holding,
the final strand of strength-
to pull you through-
we hold the sacred cord,
of prayers,
intentions,
our song that-
echoes within,
bringing us courage-
to keep moving on.
I see it on through,
to the starting of my day-
even when I feel like,
letting go-
I hold on for me,
you hold on for you-
we hold on for each other.
tethered to life,
that brings us to the passion-
of living.
 

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 recently published my own poetry book "Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life" available here, and am currently working on volume II I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.



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