“It is 5 years ago exactly that I went to Many Tears in Llanelli to pick up this beauty! Kiera is my constant and trusty companion and as many of you know. …even sends poems over the ether to me. She is delightful and I have never regretted collecting her. From Romania to the UK…..her story is a huge success!”
Kiera also remembers. Anna sent me this poem by Kiera:
I love to run and dash, enjoy and splash.. Memories so part of me, fading now….. Like mists which rise and fall Into a deep nothingness…. And yet Somewhere deep within I was once loved…… My mind expands to far off lands For one brief moment… I remember. … But soon returns for I am here…forever near To the One who breathes love And cares for me…. An echo from my plight, a shaft of light It’s always there, deep and asleep In my doggy soul….
Click here for the amazing story of how Kiera came from Romania to England.
Apologies, gratitude and full acknowledgement to William Wordsworth.
Please look at the picture and scroll down to the poem. Thank you.
New York Dawn
Earth has not anything to show so fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
New York now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Concrete canyons, theatres, walkways, the avenues lie
Waiting for their throngs, as orange dawn lights the sky;
Never did sun so beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
New York will awake at its own sweet will.
Dear God! the very buildings seem asleep;
And all New York's mighty heart is lying still!
*************Almost all based on "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September3, 1802" by William Wordsworth.
This beautiful and moving prayer was given by Kiera to her owner Anna. When you thoughtfully read the prayer you will realise that Kiera is very special as is the relationship between Kiera and Anna. Prayerfully read the prayer and then click here to read Anna’s account of how she and Kiera came together. Their story has received more views than any other post on this blog. Read the story and you will know why. But, read Kiera’s prayer first. Please scroll down.
I lie in stillness needing peace And beg my mind to please release For thoughts of anguish and of pain Transfer to me from dear Ukraine. I feel them, sense them, hear their cries Winged by clouds across the skies…. And screams from wounds keep me awake How to deal with this heartbreak? Blessed Angels hear my plea (Even though a dog I be) Wrap Ukraine in wings of love Ask for forces from above. I’ll shout, I’ll whine and bark out loud For this country now so proud…. Till this fight is put to bed Man nor beast can rest his head Make haste dear Angels, show you care Will you hear a doggy ‘s prayer?
This is a repeat post. I am repeating it because of the number of people who have looked at it. I hope Kalidasa’s poem helps you as it has helped me. John 7 October 2021
No, this is not a recently discovered painting by Turner! It is a photo taken by our friend, artist Professor Estelle Marais. The picture is of sunrise over the harbour in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, on 7 June 2020.
Silhouetted against the rising sun is a harbour crane, affectionately described by Estelle as “The Harbour Giraffe walking into the sun this morning”.
Estelle always finds the welcoming dawn encouraging and inspiring.
This wonderful photograph is a powerful reminder of Kalidasa’s greatly loved poem “Look to this Day”:
Scroll down below the picture to read the famous poem:
Look to this day: For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course Lie all the verities and realities of your existence. The bliss of growth, The glory of action, The splendour of achievement Are but experiences of time.
For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision; And today well-lived, makes Yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day; Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores …. …. Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody— Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood, Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!
Keats suggests that if we have had enough of this noisy world, we should go to a quiet place by the sea and sit “near some old Cavern’s mouth and brood”. Suddenly, out of the silence we may be startled to hear choirs of sea nymphs singing.
We are being called to go back to nature and to allow her to gently embrace us in her healing arms.
This sacred call of the sea is exquisitely captured in the beautiful photograph below. Be still. Can you hear the call?
A big thank you to Mariska Spoormaker for permission to use her beautiful photograph. Mariska took the picture on the Sacramento Trail near Port Elizabeth in South Africa.
I was phoned today from halfway across the world by someone who had just lost a loyal friend. He said he felt he had lost part of himself. After telling him how sorry I was I said I could do no more than read to him the words of John Donne who was Dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral in London from 1621 to 1631. Please listen. You may have to turn up the volume. Thank you.
I am Kiera. I love the woods. Especially enchanted woods. I have some questions for you. Who am I? What am I? What am I to you? Am I closer to you than you can ever imagine? In the stillness of an enchanted wood I heard you answer me. I have recorded our sacred conversation in a poem. Here it is. Please step softly on my dreams.
IN CONVERSATION WITH KIERA …..
Who or what am I? A star in the sky? Or think perhaps I could Be a nymph in the wood? A fish that swims maybe? Delighting in the sea ….. A bird that flies the air? A pig, cat, horse or bear? I’m none of these So help me please ……… “You are LOVE in motion and give devotion You feed my soul and make me whole A DOG so wise In disguise ….. My Brightest Star That’s who you are!”.
(Kiera lives with her devoted companion Anna in East Sussex, England. Anna also loves and writes poetry.)