Welcome to the final post in my poetry interlude series with Trudi Nicola of “Sparks Of Light.”
I am putting a halt on my collaborations here until I figure out my next steps with my Substack.
I want to say a very big thanks to Trudi for agreeing to share her work with me in this space for the past couple of months.
Tonight, you have a treat in that Trudi is sharing two pieces of poetry with us. So please enjoy, and make sure to go over to her Substack too and show some love.
Working with Trudi has helped me to slow down and tune back into what began my love affair with writing as a teen….poetry and spoken word. I am so grateful to have shared this space and time with her.
Thank you so much Trudi for sharing your work with my audience.
Connect more with Trudi, by visiting her Substack page “Sparks Of Light.” I hope her words and arrangements touch your soul as deeply as they have for mine.
https://substack.com/@trudinicola
Lady of the rose
By Trudi Nicola
Hail Mary, full of grace As I gaze upon your face As your eyes connect with mine My soul ignites with light divine Mother Mary, Queen of souls Our respite when life takes its toll Our refuge when the night is dark Within our hearts, we feel your spark Holy Mary, mother of all Protectress of both old and small Compassion shines in your bright eyes You feel our pain, you still our cries Blessed Mary, tis you we chose To be our lady of the rose Within great beauty, hides the thorn Yet through this pain, we are reborn Ave Maria, hear our prayers It's time to strip away the layers It's time to rise, with voices strong Queen of heaven, hear our song
https://substack.com/@trudinicola
I’M GOING TO REST NOW AND LET THE TRUE POWER OF MY SOUL SPEAK FOR ITSELF Part II
By Solarah
I’m going to rest now and let the true power of my soul speak for itself. I AM trusting Great Mother to be nurturer and provider through this impasse. I’m going to rest now and let the true power of my soul bring me all the way home. I’m re-membering in rest. Reaching the birthing portal from whence I descended. I’m going to rest now and let the true power of my soul take centre stage. I’m inviting self home. Denouncing my refugee status and welcoming my soul to stay. I’m going to rest now and let the true power of my soul guide me in her emergence. I AM ceasing to fight in wars I've already won when it's time to standby for victory. I'm going to rest now and let the true power of my soul speak for itself. Asé
And now….a final piece from the beautiful Trudi Nicola
Battle scars
By Trudi Nicola
Fractured moments Wounds run deep All is silence As souls weep What protection Can we claim? Heaven help us Have no shame Our attackers Do not know The lengths to which Our souls will go To defend And dignify Our innocence - Our battle cry Beautiful ones Do not despair For change is coming Time to repair Time to heal wounds And battle scars Do not give up You have come far.
Love your words here, Solarah. ✨
The talent you two share here is beautiful. You boost each other and it's a pleasure to read.
Thank you!