In honor of my hometown’s 150 th birthday, I wrote this poem... In reflection, I deeply connected with my spiritual and physical roots, resulting in the weaving of my soul story with the love of my hometown. Photography by the author Marilyn V. Ashbaugh To My Hometown…With Love (In Honor of Her Sesquicentennial) b y Marilyn V. Ashbaugh Walking a trestle of sweat and blood Through the rust belt of dismal dark delays… Mercurial waters wash tender memories Her lonely-hunter heart fills with ancestral pathos. To build a bridge with books, longings and desires, She breaks the stone encasing her soul one tear at a time. Crushed by circumstance Frail and fragile She bows Vulnerable, She prays aloud Her future into being Swimming treacherous waters… A seiche of desire for Change catapults her strokes. Tears turn to understanding Depths fill with wisdom Burdens birth strength She is I Surrounded with compassion...
Women's Spiritual Poetry