high above the sea

Salutations, my dearest digital friends!

Huge thank you to all who have purchased my new book of poetry, Echoes Lost in Stars, on Amazon. (If you have not gotten your copy yet, here’s a link to purchase: https://a.co/d/4SihVuJ). With your support, we have hit #1 New Release 3 different times in its first weeks. 🤯

And now on to this week’s new poem…

This poem came to me like a song (perhaps a psalm) in the wee hours of the morning a few months ago. You’ll notice that in the quasi “refrain” in stanzas two and four.

The number three (3) is a very powerful number. Also happens to be my favorite number.

It is very much a number of divinity. For the ancient Irish, it meant several things, to name a few…

1. The cycle of life, death, and rebirth
2. The triple aspects of The Morrígan – maiden, mother, and crone
3. The domains of earth, sea, and sky
4. Even Ireland’s Gaelic name Éire is derived from the triple goddesses of sovereignty, Banba, Fodla, and Eriu. Deities who were personifications of the island itself.

When Christianity came to Ireland, the familiarity of one god with three aspects – father, son, holy spirit – helped set the table for conversion.

With that as context, I hope it will help you see how the number three may inform some of the ideas in the poem… even its structure.

Can’t wait to hear your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this week’s poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the very bottom of this page. There you’ll also find some other goodies from Echoes Lost in Stars.

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high above the sea

far from the bloodshed of Tara fair
where Padraig’s breastplate decays
in violet mist, there lies a hallowed place

true refuge awaits
on distant western hills
high above the sea

here, ‘mongst the first deer, we know love
in the divinity of threes
circles etched forever deep into stones
there is no death
only eternal sunsets o’er the foam
each one more poignant than the last

true refuge awaits
on distant western hills
high above the sea

we are wildflowers bound through color
and rebirth, our worth defined by devotion
calmed by the knowing, true love ne’er fades

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My dear digital friends, as mentioned earlier, my new book of poetry, Echoes Lost in Stars, had a FANTASTIC first 3 weeks of sales on Amazon. I know so many of you have messaged me you bought the book and provided ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ reviews! And I am so thankful for you.

This week’s links…

• Purchase Echoes Lost in Stars https://a.co/d/cmkev1I
• My publisher: Literary Revelations Publishing House: https://literaryrevelations.com/journal/
• Publisher’s personal blog: https://shortprose.blog/
• Who the heck is The Morrígan? https://www.theirishroadtrip.com/the-morrigan/

Even though I am old school, and love the uh feel (and smell) of a physical book in my hands, apparently others prefer Kindle downloads of the book. We have, in fact, sold quite a few Kindle downloads. This quote surfaced online this week, ironically, from the exact poem we are previewing this week.