Sometimes all I have slips through my fingers… And I pray and kneel to whisper my heart so maybe I can stand when the earth keeps shifting and all I can hold onto is a sliver of faith. Loss etches itself into the chambers of my heart. Patience is my staff and hope is my food. Every day is a challenge I don’t think I can face and yet I rise, and do the next right thing, as they say in certain circles. The next right thing might be a poem, a movie, a late night with the moon or lots of coffee. Some days the next right thing only serves that moment and the only light it holds is being for that moment the best I have. I am giving this now my all and hope somehow to make it to the other side, though I have no idea what that looks like. Artwork by George Christakis Truth Lands in My Hands Sometimes all I know rests in prayer: Help the love I know to grow. Help me plant the seeds to sow. Help my heart to beat the loss to lig...
Women's Spiritual Poetry