It wasn’t until I recently experienced a true awakening that I started to follow and sense the phases of the moon... It has been for the past 3 years that I have noticed her calling to me. It is not that I never noticed the full moon before. I have now come to a place where the rapturous beauty of the moon beckons me to look up with wonder, with intention, with respect for her radiant illumination. This poem is dedicated to the Super Full Moon of summer. Dim Night Upon The Super Moon the dim night, stops its breath at your gleaming- slipping through black, bold and golden- as if I could reach and touch, your glowing face. super moon, rising in the summer eve- all of you that embraces, the night- reflecting light upon, this earth, we, who often lost sight- holding only to the familiar, staying in our close rooms, our shut doors and windows, our houses, not noticing the bloom of you- resting in the sky. will we with haste, let your...
Women's Spiritual Poetry