Friday, April 13, 2018

Heather Jephcott writes


Let me preach
shut your ears
if you care not
for my thoughts
on truth, love

Let me preach
without fear,
does it matter
if I'm bruised?

Let me preach
with soundness
crying clearly
mixed with
dancing mellowness.

Let me preach
about beauty
the multi-faceted loveliness
that I see, hear, feel
bringing gladness,
light to my heart,
perhaps to yours.

Let me preach
a woman
weak of body
accompanied by tiredness
stepping through this valley
where trouble lies.

Let me preach
a word
to lift hearts out of smog
producing smiles,
positive reactions
those who listen.

Let me preach
poetry, prose
styling my words
to whatever suits
the message,
and my purpose,
for the day.

Let me preach
to self
to others
to those who will listen
who are awake
to hearts bearing the burdens
of this weary world
reacting to the evil
mounting up
around the globe.

Let me preach
to eyes
made blind
because they will not see
Let me pray
that the Spirit who awakens
would reveal by
sending a flood of light.

Let me preach
my understanding
spreading the lessons
I am learning
day by day,
advising, expounding
but with words
couched in beauty
reaching through to hearts.

Let me preach
those who care
to sit and listen
beside the gentle flowing stream
to open their heart
to light and love.

Let me preach
it's me
it is who I am
desiring to disturb
through to the innermost
into the will,
seeking a response
bringing out the colours of God
so that I can
recognise my own.
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 Brighid -- Wendy Andrew

1 comment:

  1. Lady Augusta Gregory called Brighid Brigit "a woman of poetry, and poets worshipped her, for her sway was very great and very noble. And she was a woman of healing along with that, and a woman of smith's work, and it was she first made the whistle for calling one to another through the night." She was the Celtic goddess of all high things such as high-rising flames, highlands, hill-forts, and elevated states such as wisdom, excellence, perfection, high intelligence, poetic eloquence, craftsmanship, healing, druidic knowledge, and skill in warfare. She was associated with the home and hearth, early spring, fertility, livestock, sacred wells, and the dawn. Mourning the death of her son Ruadán, she invented keening (caoineadh), the singing form of weeping at a wake. Her name was derived from the Proto-Celtic "Briganti" (The High One).


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