Poetry Friday
A prayer for when we have come to the end of our own resources We struggle, we grow weary, we growtired.We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair.We give up, we fall down,… Continue reading
A prayer for when we have come to the end of our own resources We struggle, we grow weary, we growtired.We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair.We give up, we fall down,… Continue reading
It is with a heavy heart that I share a poem by Audrey Birt, who sadly passed away this week. Audrey and I shared a deep love for poetry, especially the works of… Continue reading
Today, on August 5th, we celebrate #BloggerDay. It’s hard to believe it’s been fifteen years since I first launched Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer! If I had known back then what I know now,… Continue reading
The atom lay unsplit, the west unwon, The books stood open and the gates unbarred. The maps dreamt on like moondust. Nothing stirred. The future was a verb in hibernation. Seamus Heaney