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THE MOUNTAIN by Carolyn Chilton Casas

The Mountain by Carolyn Chilton Casas –after "god of the green door come" by Nan Seymour Impatient god of the revolving door, help me to scale the mountain of worldly confusion toward hope. God of innocent deer lying under orchard trees, of lizards scurrying nervously on the garden wall, of owls hooting out their cautionary tales, protect us all. God of the pandemic and politics, did we not appreciate enough our precious incarnation? Are these warnings given to alter the manner we tread upon our earth? Signs, sent for our awakening? God of the whales, tails breaching beyond the waves and of a crimson sun landing gently on water, you loved us into being, you cried contagion, you lamented corruption, and yet, we have been oblivious, unyielding to your call. God of the revolving door, we are stuck running in circles. Please show us the way out. See me with clasped hands over heart, kneeling at the altar, praying to you now. Caroly

HEARTH OF MY HEART by Avellina Balestri

Hearth of My Heart By Avellina Balestri Home is calling Tugging at the heart Piercing it through Like a fisherman’s hook Like a net cast breaking The skin of the sea I’m being called home To the place of belonging Where the turf fire burns And the cauldron boils Where the grail overflows And time is undone Find me a thin place Where water kisses land Where the seals sing And the salmon swim Let my bowl be filled With nuts and apples And pour me spiced wine From the warrior’s horn Nine maidens to guard my sleep Nine virtues to guide my path Blessings on your door posts And your crosses of Brighid Welcoming the weary traveler With a circle cast about me A star of elements and wounds Bring bright blessings, old and new Of earth and water, fire and air And the blood of God Love’s royal wine Drinking deeply Souls bound fast Let the winds roar O circle me round! I shall find the forest queen Woodland fae turned Nazareth’s maid And the bird’s song will sever time And I will birth the

LESSON IN STARS by Joy Sheridan

Lesson in Stars by Joy Sheridan The moon, as I observed, Was of that peculiar hazed definition – Like a palm swollen from the twilight gauze Of that September night. Veils and scarves in clouds, and my own faint sighs Moved about her. That rectangle of earth Was busy with the stillness of all who paused Before entering such an edifice – as though There was a tuck needed here, a straightening there As though deep breaths were taken. I knew the feeling only too well, A beating heart which echoed like a moth Inside the tenting of my frame. This same body moved, and with precise soundings Carried me more courageously Than I would have considered possible. I rose up the stairs, passing the flights Where my fancy had erstwhile Gone ahead of me – continuing up, Nearer to the stars. My introduction was of some classical denomination, My meantime partways looked down Through the roof which over your head Separated you from me – I know that you felt me As surely as I

FIELD OF POPPIES by Eva Marie Cagley

Field of Poppies by Eva Marie Cagley I remember when you were mine, Another place, another time. Walking through the meadow we were, gathering up scarlet poppies. Dancing in the cool velvety breeze, still brings me to my wobbling knees. We gazed upon that pure white shooting star, the one that came so far. And made our vows to each other then, we`d be as one from here on in. I heard a nightingale sing a melody that became our song. In our hearts we knew that we belonged, within each other’s arms. Oh, how sweet the music to my ears, as we grew old throughout the years. We walked that meadow many a time, listening for our song, as we hummed along. Until one day I walked alone, gazing upwards into the indigo night. Searching for the brightest star. I saw you from afar. ‘Twas then I did hear our song and I swear you hummed along. Comforted now in knowing, I could always find you in our meadow of scarlet poppies. Dancing and humming our nightingale’s sweet song. Eva Marie Cagley wa

SOUL LIGHT by Yina Rojas

Soul Light We came to this world to meet souls... to make strangers family, to call childhood pinky-promises, friendships. We are here to feel with our hearts, and to see the way the sun shines in the eyes of those we love. The sun doesn't pick who it shines for, it just does. Leave your soul light on: That's how your tribe will find you. Yina Rojas: Life and love enthusiastic, Yina uses life experiences to share with the world through her writings. Her writings are anywhere from traditional poetry to free verses with a punch, right where you need it. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and continues to do so because ‘when you appreciate what life has to offer every day, one can find inspiration in the small things.’ Connect with her via Threaded by Rojas on Facebook, Instagram , Twitter and TikTok, where she shares her daily inspirational writings. *For submission guidelines, click here

THAT by Michelle McDonald

THAT That, which Gives each breath we take, Which we can neither save or fake. That, which Shines as gentle as a dove, Through the eyes of those we love. That, which Gifts us each new day, Delighting in our diverse, creative play. That, Omnipresent listening ear, Which comforts us and calms our fears. That, which Lovingly clothes, Every lily and fragrant rose. That, which Gives with loving hand, Without judgement, revenge or command. That, Eternal Grace, Awaiting our surrender and embrace. That, which Encompasses All, The good, the bad, the great, the small. That, which with Unseen Hand, Guides us through stormy waters to dry land. That, which Knows there's no mistakes, Trusting life which gives and takes. That, which Gives free will to all, Watching great waves rise and fall. That, Essential Life itself, Which in silent stillness can be felt. That, without beginning or end, Our own True Essence and Forever Friend. Photography by Sofia Sundari Michelle McDonald : I l