Believe

" today i wish you: have faith in the impossible, believe in love above all, feed the soul with doses of hope, attract all positivity and be immensely happy!!"
(Vanessa Haas)

Woman

woman who unfolds
from uneasy
from the restlessness that
cracks the earth of me
from these places 
comes the pouring
of me
like holy water
upon the wounds of humanity
you say my tears are
weak and selfish
but they are deliberate
and wise
but most of all compassionate
my heart is burdened with
the weight of life
I do not strategize how to
move around it
under or over it
even in my fear
I move through it
soiled feet from the path's bleeding
I holds the earth's ache
with wanting and hope
even when silenced by the
violent cackling of those
that watch my movement
they do not know
the she cry of
my power
what makes me climb
even when it all
wants to crumble away
what makes me stand
on the groundlessness
of my living
I rest on the edge of my breaking
only to become the wise one
within me
shining brightly
with my true power
which is love.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Heart's Calling

Memory Poem~

when I take my mind,
to my soul’s eye-
see my life,
in the simple measures-
of being,
far from the complexities-
my mind creates for me,
if the choices that rise-
with my waking speak,
breath to prayer-
prayer to mantra,
mantra to truth-
what strengthens me,
to hold close to my-
life’s purpose,
not listening to the naysayers,
when I see the signs-
without letting judgment appear,
when I take the wise way-
into my heart,
surrendering it all,
even when uncertain comes,
trying to steer me clear-
from my quest path,
what comes to my heart,
the opening to my soul’s work-
some things are clear and sure,
some things unknown and dark,
the ease of my steps,
when courage comes-
toe to toe-
with the storm that approaches,
it touching my breath,
I see the sun gleaming,
behind it all.
walk through dear one,
love that abides-
that is inside,
protects you-
you are the voice,
that cries, whispers, weeps, shouts,
and sings-
I often begin with nothing,
sometimes everything,
it all spiraling and winding-
to touch the path-
I am meant to meet.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © Heart's Calling