This poem was born on a cold, post-holiday winter evening when pain was pouring down my veins, clearing way to the bright sunrise, which was yet to come.
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We all feel like this sometimes, believing and picturing and seeking for that bright light on the horizon. I would like to offer this poem to all the beautiful women, reading and co-creating Women Spiritual Poetry, as a reminder to the heart that there is always light, no matter how dark it gets.
That light is you...
On a Winter Eve/Revelation
Upon a cold breeze
on a winter eve
I lay all my despair,
Mother.
I lay all my unmet hopes
of actually doing something,
Father.
Take them all,
tall empthy branches.
Knit them into the finest fabric
rising like a star dust
above the high lands.
In this cold winter eve
let it shine to a lost traveller
to be his guiding star.
Remember,
the pain can be purified
like a sparkling mountain spring.
May it flow
may it wash in and out
may it bring all that heals,
... Revelation.
Alenka Korez Gajšek I live in Maribor, Slovenia, where I work as a consultant in workplace health promotion with study backgrounds of family and marital therapy and cultural studies. Writing, travelling and dancing make my soul dance and nature is the place that inspires me most.
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