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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started writing poetry eight years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Emergence....



Weary wintery warmth lived under watery light,
Draws some comfort from the dawn of Sabbath.
The advent of this holy day adds a sparkle to hope,
Lethargy imagines the promise of its heart’s desire.
The familiar corner seat of sheltered contemplation,
Dreams beyond the routine unveiled each new day.
Revelations slowly revealed like good words of belief,
Hibernation enhances the seeds of new fermentation.
It is almost possible to ponder further than tomorrow,
Initiating deferred plans of well-being and preparedness.
Drawing back internal curtains and exposing one’s mind,
There is reward in the seasonal mystery of the Lord’s ways.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 16/02/2014

14 comments:

  1. Oh, I do think we can gain some hope from this holy day. And we all need hope this season of the year. And so true that it is becoming possible to think further than tomorrow. At last, I think, we may be on the seasonal upswing again. There really is reason for the seasons, I guess. If we did not have the darkest coldest days, we would not know the joy of rebirth! Happy Sunday, Eileen.

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  2. yes, there is reward...and a lot of wisdom in the cycles of seasons and life...how we need each for us to grow beyond where we are....

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  3. It is almost possible to ponder further than tomorrow, - wonderful line.
    and the last line also, we give into this seasonal mystery, there's a reason behind them.

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  4. Dear Eileen
    Lately, your poetry has been such a solace for me.
    Thank you.
    I loved this poem

    Margie
    xx

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  5. Shabbat, or Sunday I think too, can bring comfort as a special day for us to enjoy and during which we could rediscover the meaning of rest.

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  6. To everything there is a season... lovely.

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  7. I always took Sunday as a day of rest and review.. a chance to look at tomorrow with fresh eyes...

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  8. Beautiful ... I especially love the last line. There is reward in the change of seasons indeed ... and a reason. Sunday is my favorite day of the week! :)

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  9. I love this comfort of Sunday....that adds freshness and energy to our
    mind....the last line is my favorite....

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  10. What an amazing poem Eileen. I particularly loved this line "Drawing back internal curtains and exposing one’s mind" - fabulous.

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  11. Some light and sparkle in winter surely does help! The Sabbath is much about comfort and good words to me too :)

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  12. I especially like "drawing back the internal curtains and exposing one's mind".......a wonderful write, Eileen!

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  13. Superb poetry Eileen, so glad my computer is working properly again.

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  14. I really liked the opening alliteration! Comparing usual thoughts to a familiar seat was a great device, too.

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