It is easy to get lost on the soul’s journey... The scope of our task is eclipsed by day-to-day distractions that become detours to doubt. As each new day dawns, we are given the doorway to experiences that renew and revive faith: A quiet morning sitting at my kitchen table, steaming mug of tea in hand, watching the hummingbirds dance at my window helps me to remember my spirit. These small gestures of blessing become the threads that weave faith whole again. Fragments of Faith Hope is a welcome guest at my table today Though these seekers feet may have stalled Mired in comforts or complacency I can see the path forward Eternal intelligences of this body Its fragility and resilience Weaving stories of joy and pain The strength of scars and spirit Behold the elegance of life Wonders and artistry moving through Beauty welling in a broken heart The majesty and helplessness of loving There are no secrets in the mirror of r...
Women's Spiritual Poetry