Sisters of the Heart

 I had a sister who was not a blood sister, but we were together most of my life.  We were, indeed, sisters of the heart. At one point, we were traveling the spiral of grief together.

Barbara Wade, July 2 is her birthday!  Happy Birthday, Barb!  Poetry--our bond and mutual love!  

Sisters of the Heart

 

We had the same hero.

We needed the same

love and acceptance.

We were always

kindred souls.

Loving too much,

without including ourselves.

We muddled through

life-changing trials.

We overcame and

persevered.

Using our love for words and rhythms

To guide and cleanse

our souls

and mending our hearts.

Travel Through the Spiral

 

As I lean further and further into

what I once believed to be an abyss,

I know there is no hole or darkness.

There is a reflection and sometimes regret,

but the love that endures brings even

negative thoughts to see the light and lessons.

I love the changes and the revelations that

have revealed more love than I ever realized existed.

Pure contentment in the knowledge and the learning

has brought me into a time of nothing but love.

Loving God, loving myself, loving every moment

that has brought me to this place,

this place of seeing and believing

in my new self.

As I have traveled

through the spiral of grief.