Sierra V. Fedorko

The following is one of the few poems I wrote in the fall when I was finalizing Carol of the Mourning Dove and sharing it with the world.

While it was a poem inspired by my sunflowers in the autumn, I think it is quite a fitting dare and resolution for these winter nights.

I don’t believe in stressing over goal-setting in the vulnerable month of January, or getting swept in the #NewYearNewMe rhetoric in the thick of winter, but seeing beauty? Daring to let it in? Keeping your eyes open to your life, the life all around you, the life God does?

I do believe in that.

So yes, I accept the dare. And stand resolute in the vulnerability of beautiful things…

read more:

Carol of the Mourning Dove

Note to Self (you can fall apart)

Hope in Every Season as the Sunflowers Die