This is where we begin.
Lights through tears are a living thing moving in place, now blurred, now brilliant, magnified…. Read more
We are all apparently earthenware. Vessels cleverly crafted with care and designed by a loving Potter, a Master of His trade graced especially in the working of clay… Read more
it is a wonder
these small sufferings
whether for months
years… Read more
It’s there on the closet door. Black and smudgy against the white enamel. An inky fingerprint. Ryan’s fingerprint. I’m deep cleaning Ryan’s room as I always do before the holidays. Vacuuming corners and washing woodwork and walls… Read more
Snow shakes from the tuft of clouds like salt falling from its holder. There’s a freshness in the air that’s breathing quiet, steady. Cold is smooth, like satin on my exposed skin… Read more
rises with the drop
in my heart’s barometer… Read more
we bear the chains of a nation
and world oppressed –
longing for consolation… Read more
Before the beginning,
I imagine our world
as a tiny diamond
floating in space,
a rock among countless shining others…. Read more
Sister Hildegarde knew
we are all
“feathers on the breath of God,”
and it’s an image I
struggle to live toward…. Read more
We gather to grow, to pay attention and tell the world what we observe.
This is a community of female writers who wish to change the world through beauty, truth, and living fully awake.
Awake Our Hearts is an online literary publication celebrating the gift of creativity, faith, God’s goodness and beauty, and the voice of women.