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RIP Kiera Cariad (Hera)
26.5.2012 Romania – 28.2.2023 England
KIERA’S LAST POEM
I sense the touch of cosmic wings
And hear these words, an angel sings…
“We are calling,
Calling you home “….
I am falling, falling
But not alone.
An Angel waits now by my side
Smiling too, she is my guide
I seem to awaken
Then gently taken….
Then up and away we fly
Passed the stars
Beyond the sky
Round the moon
Then through the sun
And there I see
The Holy One..
Arms outstretched
Greeting me………
But I’m a dog
This can’t be?
I had to gasp
I was surprised….
“ALL ARE EQUAL
WHO HAVE DIED
COME TO ME
MY DEAREST ONE
YOUR JOB ON EARTH
HAS BEEN WELL DONE”.
……Gently, drifting bathed in light
……Warm and cosy so ‘Good Night’.
End
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To God be the glory.
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Kiera in a forest glade From time immemorial forest glades have been revered as spiritual, sacred places. Places of healing and refuge. The quiet picture of Kiera was taken close to the time of Her Majesty’s passing. Hence the somber poem gifted to us by Kiera. But the poem is underpinned with hope and joy, the same hope Kiera’s wishes for us as she approaches “the Bar”.
THE FOREST IS IN MOURNING.
The Forest is mourning
Strange shadows pass
And yet not unseen
Trees hang their boughs
As their leaves weep
Everywhere silent
All seems asleep.
Arise our Dear Monarch
Rise to your glory
As we remember
This special story…
Honoured to live
In the time of your reign
And likes of yourself
We’ll not see again…
Please rest in peace
Now with THE ONE
And thank you dear Ma’am
For all you have done.
“The shortest essay in the recently rereleased collection, Confessions of a Heretic, is entitled “Effing the Ineffable.” In it, the late Roger Scruton speaks of the brief and indescribable glimpses we human beings are sometimes afforded of a world of meaning that seems to exist on a plane just outside of our reach. In these moments arising from contemplation or from the experience of great beauty, we sense that the deep mysteries of existence are somehow brought before our eyes, but they still defy our attempt at understanding. “When they occur it is as though, on the winding ill-lit stairway of our life, we suddenly come across a window, through which we catch sight of another and brighter world—a world to which we belong but which we cannot enter.””
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Note: Kiera is unwell at present having suffered a stroke. She is safe in the loving hands of Anna and Rosanne. Below are two poems by Kiera sent to me by Anna. In the first poem Kiera laments the death of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth ll and at the same time pays homage to her late Majesty’s great love of animals. In the second poem, communicated a few days ago to Anna, Kiera bravely faces her own mortality and encourages us to believe that love goes on for ever.
A Tribute to Her Late Majesty
A tribute to our dear late Queen Elizabeth
By Kiera
Our Queen has died
This makes me sad…
I would have had
Such gentle strokes
For she was kind
Such love from her
I would find
A Royal kiss
She would place
Right upon
My furry face
I think on me
She would dote
Her gentle hand
Would stroke my coat
Of all this
I am sure
She was Queen
Her word was law..
She loved us all
This I know
It’s sad to learn
She had to go..
It’s the end
Of her reign
I’m just a dog
But feel the pain
I need to say
One more thing,
Welcome Charles
Our new King!!
Kiera – A Reflection
“Go free”, I heard
“It’s your choice”
But the sound of your voice
I had one paw on Rainbow Bridge,
Then two…
But I turned
And looked at you….
Your moistened eyes
And soft goodbyes
So touched my heart
I could not part
Not this night…..
The yonder light
Began to fade
And so I stayed….
Such love and healing
Has left me feeling
Renewed in strength
Until at length
I had no pain
And breathed again.
But love is constant, has no end
Remember this, my dear Friend…
My time will come and when it does
It will be right for both of us.
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