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Jen Miller
Born and raised in Southern Appalachia,
Jen Miller is a poet and mystic without the monastery. Blending narrative, lyric, and confessional styles, her poems weave strands of the sacred and the mundane, taking the reader on a journey into the soul's deepest yearnings.
Jen's work has appeared in Humana Obscura, Gypsophila, SageWoman, and others. She is also the founding editor-in-chief of Quill of the Goddess, an independent literary journal dedicated to goddess spirituality.
![I've started a free blog over on WordPress called The Quiet Alleluia for those who are interested in the contemplative path. Each week, I choose a reading from the lectionary and write a reflection that I hope will be thought-provoking and uplifting.
If you have a WordPress blog, feel free to drop it in the comments. Let's support each other!
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![This was inspired by how the light was coming through the living room window around 5:30 p.m. It's absolutely a comfort poem. No great secrets to unlock here. Just a soft place to land.
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![I borrowed lines from a couple of hymns for this one (𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘴 and 𝘙𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘨𝘦𝘴). I was also inspired by a passage from 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘸 by Richard Rohr, where he says, "𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴 lets you know that you will never know fully and God must always remain a mystery (Judges 13:18). This keeps you humble and searching. 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 gives you something solid on which to stand on and a place from which to move."
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