I have felt her fiery presence stirring within my being all week... Insomnia cradles my thoughts as I rise in the dark hours to write in my journal. What is released from the depths of me, is a burning, a longing to feel ignited by my passion and calling. Undefined emotions grasp at my breath, but I breathe it all out anyway. This super moon holds our fire as we bring our intentions to newness, to find our beginnings as we let what does not belong to us, burn away. I Hold the Red Glow, the Eclipse of the September Moon by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg I hold the red glow, the eclipse of the- September moon, into the depths of my soul- where I go to embrace, your crimson face. sky scalloped with, early dawning clouds- glints of stars, gaze towards the east- waiting for the sun to rise, against the September sky- red as the blood, that flows through my humanness- red for fire, red for desire, fire to burn my intentions- so high, the smoke...
Women's Spiritual Poetry