Don't unbreak this heart of mine It's all that's left of me Don't undo the hurt and fear That helps me to believe Keep me safely in Your soil The dirt of all I've known Draw the life out from the death The pain that makes me grow Show Your face so faithfully To lift… Continue reading A Prayer for Spring
It is in the quiet, in the deep the Sacred Spaces of the world where Beauty finds a place to be and simply to Belong where chaos of the day finds Sleep and visions whisper, dreams unfurl like Captive Meteors set free to endless galaxies Beyond ©2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore From the shores… Continue reading Sacred Spaces
If you close your eyes And breathe in deep You can smell the coming Snow I swear Like crisp of night And Autumn leaves Impending bitter Cold Is there Waiting for A place to be A place to settle And Belong Longing more For love Unseen The frigid, gentle Joy prolong Of Gathering – Ten… Continue reading Of Gathering
It breaks upon Superior Like glacier melt or heart unmelt And starless Night weighs heavy, low Upon my dreams and love, unfelt It catches in my lungs - the air So bitter from this New Moon sky And seizes up inside my chest The tears that Night forbade me cry And if I could I… Continue reading Indigo
It happened again last night, the dreaded question. What is your novel about? Every writer knows the sudden panic that courses through the veins when someone asks what her current Work-In-Progress is about. It isn’t that we don’t know what our writing is about, and it isn’t that we don’t want to divulge. Believe me;… Continue reading What is Wicket Lake about?
