imagine the desertmothers, with hair tangledtighter than their theologyand breasts that flowed milkand mystic wisdom. theyknew how to draw the singingsigils in the sand, how to digrough and bitten fingersinto desiccated dirt for waterto wet the lips of their young.women of hips and heft, wholearned how to burnbeneath the wild and searingsun, who made loud loveagainst the star-flecked threatof night, who knew that strengthis not always a matter of muscle.imagine your ancestresses,the prophetesses of the aridlands, before these starchedtraditions and pews too hardto pray from, who bled trueritual and birthed their own fiercesouls at creation's crowning --

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Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul.

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  • Faith — Reflections on belief, spirituality, and trust in the unseen
  • God — Spiritual reflections on the divine, faith, and creation
  • Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression
  • Religion — Exploring belief systems, worship, and spiritual practice

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