As the seasons turn we often experience their lessons for change deep within. What we have loved is lost. What we have found begins. This is the season for letting go.....making room for what is yet to come. Lost November Days Salyna Gracie Those barren days, Last summer I heard your insistent call Over and over Through the dry-scented pine Frantic with expectation And you, In patient repose Waiting, Confident I would rise to the task Finding you, Shattered my glass heart I cradled your darkness Clutched at your stillness A heaving, terrible beauty I have known For some time That this is the season For letting go Yet, my hands lay idle Folded on aching breast I know I should trust I know that your treasure Lies not in these feathers But, in the spirit that Lifts them into flight These could be happy tear...
Women's Spiritual Poetry