Fairy Nanna

A Gentle soul who has endured,

For her life's path

Was not for the faint of heart.

The thorns of life that pricked and scratched,

Drew many a silent tear and a heavy heart.

But like the stem of the graceful rose,

Fairy Nanas soul grew firm and strong,

A pulsing light from within,

Growing brighter as the years unfolded.

For despite the hardships that were dealt her,

Her choice was to open each delicate petal,

Thus allowing a rose to bloom within her soul.

 

The fairies, upon seeing such a beautiful rose,

Could not resist the temptation to come and play.

Leaving gifts of colour and enchantment,

Allowing Nanas mind to take flight,

With sweet imagined possibilities for her to create.

Working hard through Nanas disabilities,

Unseen hands guiding hers, over fabrics and seems,

Until beautiful creations take shape,

Bringing magic, joy and hope

To all that see and touch them.

 

For those that look with their hearts,

They do not see the frail crone,

With her many disabilities standing before them,

But a beautiful rose in bloom,

Where fairies dance and clap with joy,

In the radiance of her beauty,

Whilst bestowing gentle kisses on her forehead.

For she is an honouree fairy,

A shining example of a rose in full bloom,

Opening out towards the light,

Sitting proudly above the thorns that tried to ensnare her,

Thus providing a guiding light that others may follow.

 

Blessing of healing do I send to thee,

Upon gossamer wings

Are my healing blessings safely carried,

Over seas to a land faraway

Through enchanted mists and forests,

Over mountains and meadows and babbling brooks,

That each in turn may bestow their healing energy

To caress your weary body

To cleanse and refresh your tired mind

To bring and inner peace and grace to your soul.

 

Namaste Sweet Child, Namaste

 

© Ali C