Divine longing

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.🙏❤

What if…?

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. 🙏😊

Sentinels

 Pure white sands and turquoise blue waters
frame the Sentinels’ view
tall and strong they stand
these robust endeavours of the faithful.
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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.
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The blueprint of the past lies
embedded in their skin
an energetic imprint for future kin.
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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.
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Callanish standing stones

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.

Live in the light!

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.

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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.

The joy of friendship!

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:

I am complete

I am replete

I open the door on this life

and gifts in abundance

come tumbling out:

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love for living

joy in giving

health and well-being

bounty beyond all my needs.

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But friendship holds me high

with encouragement to fly

“Look at me!” I squeal

as I soar in the sky

like a kite on a blustery day

vulnerable yet full of joy

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free to be me

supported by the filaments

of companionable love.

 The above is an extract from my new book, Soul Murmurs, published end July 2019.  I’d love to hear your views. Anita😁