When thunder rolls on the mountain, I will remain small;
In a time of humility, I will cherish modesty’s virtue.
In a time of mourning, I will uplift with sombre reverence;
In a time of want, I will be resourcefully frugal.
If I should try to fly too high, my wings would be melted by a greater god.
So I will remain in the nest, where I am safe.
I will strive instead to be to be content with Self.
This is the greatest success imaginable.
I have nothing to prove to me or to others.
Posturing is unnecessary.
Strength lies in guileless sincerity ~
Mourning is selfless compassion.
Modesty is an unshakeable faith
That allows grace to flow to others
With no loss to Self.
– Niamh Clune
© 2013, poem, Niamh Clune, All rights reserved
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DR. NIAMH CLUNE (On the Plum Tree) ~ is the author of the Skyla McFee series: Orange Petals in a Storm, and Exaltation of a Rose. She is also the author of The Coming of the Feminine Christ: a ground-breaking spiritual psychology. Niamh received her Ph.D. from Surrey University on Acquiring Wisdom Through The Imagination and specialises in The Imaginal Mind and how the inborn, innate wisdom hidden in the soul informs our daily lives and stories. Niamh’s books are available in paperback (children’s books) and Kindle version (The Coming of the Feminine Christ). Her Amazon page is HERE.
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When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down.
One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.”
Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!”
I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I?
I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.”
Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray.
With love from Dr. Niamh,
Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com
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The BeZine 
If one relaxes and lets these words “flow though” oneself, one can feel the grace of which you speak.
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Thank you, Liz. It is not easy to allow grace to flow through when we are upset by something. But if we can, grace washes away the sorrow ~ or at least gives it perspective through the intangible. Thank you for your lovely comment.
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Reblogged this on On The Plum Tree and commented:
My poem Preponderance is featured on Into The Bardo today. Thank you Jamie Dedes.
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Thank you Liz. It echoes in an uncanny way, an experience I had yesterday morning.
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Beautiful poem prayer.
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Thank you, Gretchen. It is a prayer. Thank you for seeing this.
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To me, this speaks of grace rarely found in our proud, almost-ruthless world. Yes, a strong and lovely prayer.
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This one sounds familiar – a Dr. Clune special ~
the mild side, with wisdom in perfect increments.
“I will strive instead to be to be content with Self.”
For being with one’s Self is never boring, ’tis true.
🙂 Happy Nesting! Peace, Keith
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