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”.
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…
If I’d known her
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
Awakened me….
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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Kiera is inviting you to go down what for you may be a “road less travelled”. Below the picture is a poem from Kiera. Below the poem is a link to the amazing story about Kiera’s journey from Romania to love and bonding in East Sussex, England. Please scroll down. Thank you.
Thank you to AW for the picture
Kiera speaks again…….
Wait! As my soul absorbs, Echoes of times past… The traces of paws Of those now dead Who have trod This place, this bed….. Their ashes are scattered Tears were shed Each one mattered But now lives on In Nature……. The birds and earth-bound trees The brackens and rustling breeze, The whirling of streams Curling and twirling Ever dashing and splashing There is no end But hearts can mend LOVE is here, it has been As I sit, I have seen………
Thank you to Anna Wilkinson for passing on Kiera’s poem to me
Apologies, gratitude and full acknowledgement to William Wordsworth.
Please look at the picture and scroll down to the poem. Thank you.
Thank you to AB for the picture – March 2022
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.
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