(Editors note: In honor of National Suicide Prevention Week , t he poems we feature this week are meant to contribute to raising awareness toward this cause. All are welcome to participate) We are so often shamed when bone touches a well of grief or thoughts spin dark and deep... Sometimes, it may feel we must always be positive or joyful. People frequently pass us a platitude and we try to smile and pretend when all we truly need is to have our heart held in their hand. I think it is sacred to hear the sound of whale moans and to feel into our blanket of midnight waves. It isn’t easy either, especially when the sky is heavy and thoughts linger in an abyss. Nevertheless, I believe, even in our darkest days, the blackest most precious pearls lead us to emotional integrity. Therefore, I wrote this poem to honor that place within you and me. Artwork by Amanda Cass Even Whales Moan by Carolyn Riker Stripped to fluted bone of blue...
Women's Spiritual Poetry