I just had to share a beautiful prayer with you all. It took my breath away, as does everything that this wonderful woman writes. An ardent longing to know God, coupled with a Divine love deep enough to submerge body, mind and soul, are all summed up beautifully in a prayer by Cheryl Anne on her blog site, Saint Brigid’s Hearth. The prayer poem is called A humble Harvest. The imagery is exquisite, the love expressed within it so alluring. Here are a few lines to tempt your senses, but do check out the full prayer and the blogsite by clicking the links above:
"Let my life’s remaining days Be a quiet harvest of praise"
Isn't that beautiful?
"Let me reach high And dig deep For the precious fruits And roots of gratitude"
Amen to that!
I can truly say that I want my life’s remaining days to be a quiet harvest of praise. I affirm sincerely that I want to reach high and dig deep for the precious fruits and roots of gratitude – every day. My thanks go to the author as this prayer poem has reawakened my longing to be closer to God on Earth and beyond. Have a glorious week. Much love, Anita.🙏❤
This wee poem came to me last night as I lay in bed. The first for ages! I am feeling so inspired and creative at the moment, so I will take full advantage while it strikes. Click on the image of Paris below to access the poem and do let me know what you think! Much love, Anita. 🙏😊
Pure white sands and turquoise blue waters frame the Sentinels’ view tall and strong they stand these robust endeavours of the faithful. 💦 A harsh land this where no tree survives, peat bogs their only terrain. The Stones have seen lives born and torn apart by strife lovers entwined in their shadows widows mourning in sorrow. 💦 The blueprint of the past lies embedded in their skin an energetic imprint for future kin. 💦 They feel cold to the touch, like ice but a fiery heart lies within a gift from the ancestors our eternal protectors sheltering us from the wild Atlantic winds. 💦
This poem was inspired by the Prehistoric Standing Stones at Callanish on the Isle of Lewis (Scotland), shown above. For me, they symbolise the steadfastness and resilience of those who laboured to erect them. This Midsummer they remind us to stand firm to our beliefs, show resilience and keep on keeping on.
This poem is taken from Soul Murmurs, available online from July 26th 2019. You can read more about it here.
This post is a contribution to the Midweek Motif from the wonderful Poets United blog. This is my first attempt at contributing, so here’s hoping I get the pingbacks right (?!). The theme this week is Light. I hope you enjoy my poem. Anita 🌼
Darting amongst the shadows in our mind part of us yet abhorred in disgust, The Gorgon of fear spreads her rhizome-like tendrils around the heart: a fear-seeking missile set to explode on impact.
We daren't look at this Medusa within we keep her locked away at bay, so we think. Yet the sweetness of her tone may turn a heart to stone. For fear is irresistible to the ignorant and susceptible whose fate is now surely done.
But we can rise above her let love fill our hearts feel the tendrils dissolve as we reach out with compassion to absolve the Gorgon child, to reassure her and release her into the night.
For henceforth shall we live in the light!
Live in the Light by Anita Neilson. Copyright 2019. All rights reserved.
What do we really need to be happy in life? What are the things that truly matter in the long run? You know what I’m going to say, don’t you, and it isn’t career, material wealth or possessions. Sure, these things are good in life as long as we don’t become too attached to them and make them our whole raison d’etre. For me though, (and I’ve come late to this realisation) what’s really important is who and how we love.
TODAY: If you’re a competitive person like me, remember that everything we have (looks, personality, possessions, skills and so on) is on loan to us for this lifetime. We can’t take any of it with us when our time comes to leave the earth. Are these things really so much more important than allowing love into your heart? Here’s my poem on the joy of friendship. It’s called, I am Complete:
the door on this life
gifts in abundance
come tumbling out:
beyond all my needs.
But friendship holds me high
encouragement to fly
at me!” I squeal
soar in the sky
kite on a blustery day
yet full of joy
free to be me
by the filaments
The above is an extract from my new book, Soul Murmurs, published end July 2019. I’d love to hear your views. Anita😁