How well do we really know each other? My world has been rocked. You know the feeling. Like a seasick sailor praying for land, I am washed away from the life I thought I knew just a few short weeks ago. As a spiritual woman, in times of distress I reach for my heart, for loving kindness, for compassion, for God. But these days bring an uncertainty for the earth and humanity that presses in on my faith. As a Jew, a Muslim and a bisexual woman of dubious Gypsy ancestry I am on Code Red Alert. My bones carry the memories of my people. They made sure to teach us as children to “never forget”. We. Have. Not. Forgotten. This poem is an unlikely prayer, but, pray with me dear s isters….for a true conversation. Indeed a miracle we all need. Conversation by Salyna Gracie Until you look into the depth of my eyes Do you think you know me? You think you know me By the way I walk down the sidewalk By the length of my skirt And the c...
Women's Spiritual Poetry