The Queen of My Self

Here is a lovely New Year poem by a talented and wise sister Queen.

By Mary Saracino, CO

We shed the skin of one year
lay bare the fragile bones
of fresh dreams
our serpentine souls slither forward
we know the way by heart
by heart we sing
by heart we dance
by heart we hope & pray
for good things
only good things
though ugly things will come
the spiral blesses everything
breath & blood & memory
and everything is holy
tears and laughter
pain and joy
life and death
we know
we know
we know
every thing
every thing
every thing
is love

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