How long on my knees must I tremble; my Soul Ripped and burning, Bleeding below me? You said: ” Cry out. I’ll answer !” But the answer is hard. Another test. Another task. A life of searches; Yearning; Longing; Calling through long shadows. Crawling with bowed head; Raised palms; sometimes Eyes. My Spirit lit and…

At the grocery store checkout counter my mother never failed to toss in the weekly copy of Woman’s Day Mostly lighthearted filler, celebrity gossip, horoscopes, stories, recipes, tips about life from wrinkle prevention to mothering, saving money, and the perfect combo of spices for pickling Even then, as a young girl, I knew I didn’t…

Break the bottle Release the fragrance This quest Through the stages of her heart Turn again Begin Selfishly reserved A position in the Comfort zone Clarity Helped by a tender word Sort of mystical Wildest dreams do come true.