There was a recent night when I experienced a great loss, my life changed... I broke into a million pieces and putting myself back together still feels like a monumental task. Y et there was a voice, a small voice that was speaking to me and when it's very dark, when it's very quiet I can sometimes still hear it… After the Sun Falls by Mariann Martland night brought loss, morning, new grief. life, as it was known, changed. broken and alone, the ache running deep, into the marrow of bone, to the pit of despair. everything shifted, altered. what remains, now tainted. life, as it was known, changed. then, a heavy breeze whistling a whisper, “your sun will rise again, my child.” body curled in fits of pain, head bowing low with regret, sorrow, shame, pounding life into ground. “your sun will rise again,” whispers growing stronger, clouds blazing. from afar the Sky, speaking loudly, “life as you know i...
Women's Spiritual Poetry