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.🙏❤
“A leaf, a flower, a fruit, or even water, offered to me in devotion, I will accept as the loving gift of a dedicated heart.”
These loving words were spoken by Lord Krishna to his devotee Arjuna in Chapter 9 of the Bhagavad Gita (the Hindu Bible if you like). It was written centuries before the Christian Bible, and at a time of higher spiritual attunement to God. The sentiments are clear: if a person is sincerely seeking God, determinedly trying to be a better person each day, meditating regularly and deeply, this person need not offer gifts of material wealth to God. Rather, seekers are encouraged to offer up everything they think, do, say, eat, drink, see, touch and so on, even and especially the smallest thing, so that we realise that it is God Himself that is behind everything.
Do you have a friend whose advice you trust implicitly? Are they on the physical or spiritual plane? For some, this friend may be what they call their guardian angel; for others, it may be God; for others still it may be a friend with whom they have almost a psychic link. Whichever meaning you give to “trusted friend and guide”, my hope today is that you may continue to be guided by their intuition, wisdom and love in everything you do! Enjoy my poem. Much love, Anita.
Angel by my Side
When I stop doing and sit quietly
just being, I feel you by my side
trusted friend and guide.
Towering over me
your wings enfolding me
in a loving embrace
as a parent to a child.
My scalp tickles at your touch
causing smiles of surrender
all over this body.
Such benevolence! Such grace!
Your breath pours over me
soothing my muscles
loosening my joints
quietening the mind
unlocking the soul.
May your light flow through me
sending healing to all.
Give me strength to work with you
in service to all.
Be by my side always
to catch me when I fall.
How many of us hear the call home? How many of us stop and listen, to hear if God is speaking to us in the silence, in the peace, in our growing intuition? Take a few moments now to read my beautiful poem, The Siren’s Call, which was published on the Women’s Spiritual Poetry blog. Click on the image below to read the poem (you can also watch and listen to the video version)! I hope you find your own “quiet beacon through the fog“. Blessings, Anita. ❤