Sometimes the waves of life seem to pick us up in their fury and heave us upon the jagged rocks that line the shore... Breaking us into an infinite number of pieces so that we come to a place where we don't even recognize ourselves anymore. The mystics throughout the world's religions all echo the same sentiment; that in our brokenness -if we turn within- we can be made whole. That it is when we come to a spiritual state of emptiness and intense longing for truth and God that our hearts are ripe to receive fresh revelation. I had come to a place of brokenness and longed for some light to seep into my heart which felt only the bitter sharpness of a darkness so unforgiving and relentless that it was as if my soul was trying to breathe underwater. In these moments of intense longing, like a supernova, a truth so precious and transforming crested the dark mountains adorning the spiritual landscape of my soul. My...
Women's Spiritual Poetry