I woke up with you on my mind this morning, Sister Morning 
and as the sun kissed my cheeks with its radiant warmth 
it reminded me of your unyielding love and your radiant spirit
 yes, you are the core of radiance setting me aflame with your inspiration encouraging me to burnandburnandburnon to keeponkeeponkeepinon and

I thank you for your air and your earth

I woke up today with you in mind, Sister of Sisters Mourning
 and I realized I have never known a love like this, a connection like this, support like this 
so grateful for the water you pour when I am overheated with frustration 
when I am chained down with too much information, you are always that blue healing beacon that woman-lovin woman-centered woman grounding me and

I’ve just got to say, just want to profess

I awakened with you in mind, Sister Morning Soul, Ms. Morning Heart of Gold shining your light and beating your drums and singing your songs, Sister, go on! just like you do each morning, Sister Radiance, Queen of Earth Cadence
 waking each and everyone around you just like the morning sun
I must admit that, damn, your morning brilliance has me a little spun, Sister Morning

Good

Morning

Sister

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Sandy Coleman

Response piece

Beyond the Horizon

Mixed media on canvas

Ray Sharp

Inspiration piece

BIRDS

There must be birds
beyond the horizon. We feel
their wings beating in the wind,
hear their murmured conversations
roll ashore in waves, and it grieves us
who remain rooted to the still earth.

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Kathryn Helms Empty/Full: A Diptych
Response

Lisa Kilhefner

Inspiration piece

the skeptics

I’m wilted as if my father was the one to
leave us here; as if this virgin grief
could be stretched out ninety-eight miles from the farm
to my dirty big city apartment; as if the face
of his daughter’s affliction could persist in me four weeks
after whispered adieus. Did they believe
my red bruised façade in line to view the body
was more than a brief interruption from a life
they’ll only see on field trips
and glossy postcard scenes?
Did they believe Amazing Grace
rubbing the roof of my mouth as it emptied out?

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