heart to my call,
the empowered one within-
she whispers her soul’s longing,
to her heart cracking open with desire-
she howls at the sky
that holds thunder,
she who wakes-
and rises with sacred,
even when life-
is hemmed with ordinary,
edges frayed with turmoil,
she carries the gathering-
of prayers in her arms,
singing the song of the shes-
holding circle around the labyrinth,
touching mystery and light-
in the darkest corners of her path,
her candle is her flame-
she calls it by name,
echoing I am light-
I am love,
I am sacred…
oh, sacred one,
remember who you are-
more than the distancing,
of life pulling you back-
rise and emerge,
push away the thick-
to your open way,
to your movement-
you will find your sacred way,
in the breath of your rising-
in your resting,
with dreams of stars-
that light your soul.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Artist Brad Kunkle