This is where we begin.
Leaf beautifully curling upward
Cupping droplets on its skin
I take my finger, wipe the drop.
Leave a skirmish behind… Read more
The proud gather stones,
wait for acknowledgement,
a nod, an answer on which
to build accusation… Read more
I carry this shifting in my bones. The shortening days and open windows and the quiet ache to heat the kettle as the sun sets. The faint pulse of seasonal change traces lines along skin and memory, reminding me of what the long winter days hold for my husband… Read more
Rough scrape of leaves across pavement. Trees blend of barren twigs for branches, burnt orange, red wine, apple yellow. Invisible God manifested in the breeze cool on my face, gliding through my hair. Dome of blue sky arched around the perimeter of land… Read more
Even as a child I didn’t really understand the excitement about new leaves, buds on trees, the denizens of the nests changing. I wanted everything to stay the same. Skeletons should not creak back to life. The dark sorcery of spring fazed and frightened me… Read more
Colors are a wondrous revelation
I am constantly in wonder and awe
The wild and extraordinary depths
From the smoky peach skies of summer
To the icy white glitter of winter… Read more
As rain you come,
pouring down from above,
washing, refreshing, drenching me
in love… Read more
We timidly walked up to the old church building, a beautiful stone edifice that has ministered on the same street corner downtown for over a century. Years ago, the local soup kitchen purchased the building when the church had dwindled in size… Read more
A sigh a stirring
Cool touch at day’s end
Moist whisper speaks
From night skies and
Hints of rain to come… 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.