Niamh Clune

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Love, the miracle with wings.

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the miracle with wings;
lifts a tired spirit high;
fills an empty heart run dry,
of hope, or faith,
and magicking
a bower new
bestows a future;
me and you
can overcome embitterment,
slings and arrows,
armour worn
is discarded,
and the torn
is mended with
a loving stitch
a word, a smile,
when love does switch
dark to light,
make anew,
the world
where miracle is true.

copyright 2013 Niamh Clune

About Dr Niamh

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.

19 comments on “Love, the miracle with wings.

  1. DiAnne Ebejer
    January 22, 2013

    Lovely, Niamh…there is many a story in those few words.


  2. Juliette
    January 22, 2013

    What a wonderful way to start off the day with such beautiful words. Your poem says it all. Thanks you Niamh.


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  5. momentswithmillie
    January 22, 2013

    beautiful! your words reach out and grab the reader!


    • ontheplumtree
      January 22, 2013

      many thanks, moments with Millie! Your encouragement is much appreciated.


  6. the secret keeper
    January 23, 2013

    when love does switch
    dark to light,
    make anew

    love holds the touch of magic. your poem releases the pain and in its place a renewal of promise. no matter how many times i read this poem it moves me to a deeper place inside of me every time. moving and mystical.


    • ontheplumtree
      January 23, 2013

      jennifer, many thanks for your ongoing, wonderful support of my work.


  7. Patricia Tilton
    January 23, 2013

    Very touching, I like the release and healing from the pain. Your well is constantly overflowing with ideas.


  8. thiskidreviewsbooks
    January 23, 2013

    What a wonderful poem! 😀


  9. Uncle Tree
    January 26, 2013

    🙂 Sweetly spoken, Niamh!


  10. Genie
    January 27, 2013

    It is a sacred blessing to find a love like that.


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