She came to me
bold, unbidden
Took me by
my heart and hand
Her eyes glistening
with mischief
Inviting me
to play and dance
As I walked
She swirled around me
Her laughter
tousling my hair
As I sat
Her joy jostled me
from shackles
of seriousness and despair
She floated above
the weight of history
Massacres, monks,
graves of kings
She burrowed deep
in Ancient Mystery
The Song
the banished sisters sing
She flew with tern
and splashed with otter
Yet still took time
to walk with me
She came to me
Lady Iona
Spirit of Earth,
Sky, and Sea.
~Cheryl Anne Maris
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Oh my dear Sister, I could sense Lady Iona’s presence as I read your poem 💖💖 One day we hope to visit her sacred places 🌹✨💖💚☘️
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She is life-changing. ❤
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