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THE GIFT OF THE CIRCLE by Aoibheann Ní Bhrua

In January 2015, after spending many months reading wonderful poetry on Journey of the Heart blog, I finally found the courage to send a poem to Catherine Ghosh…

Catherine published it the following day on the blog. I felt so encouraged and excited about this and felt that my year was made!

Now, six months later I cannot believe that I have two poems and a chapter introduction in the newly released Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry. This is the first time I have ever had poetry published in a book. At first I battled with so much self-doubt, uncertainty and feelings of being a total newbie. But because of so much empowering support from Catherine and the poetesses involved in the project, I only ever have felt so at home on this journey.

Last night as I thought about the book, I could not sleep and felt like an excited child who got up Christmas morning and had received every toy she had ever dreamed of from Santa! There was a beautiful Full Moon shining above me, I got out of bed and decided to make some tea and sat and reflected on this magical journey of poetry, friendship and love. I did what any poetess would do to try and express how she feels, I picked up a pen and notebook and I wrote what was in my heart.

I dedicate this poem to Catherine Ghosh and all of you magical soulful poets who have allowed our voices to shine and have demonstrated all the positive loving qualities of the Divine Feminine to the world in the creation of this divine gift: Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry. ThankYou all!!

The Gift of the Circle
by Aoibheann Ní Bhrua
 (Yvonne Brewer)

And they came when they saw the circle,
 Slowly, peeping, curious, nervous, at first
 But the circle kept calling "Come closer, " In the Circle, Trust". 
Then, whispers came in their dreams, words began to flow 
And soon their poems were shouting out, crying, 
"To the circle.... we must,

And so they came, answering a call from deep within 
Unknowing its source, whether it was in their bones, blood or soul,
 Following, feeling, fearless, bellowing and growing,
 Remembering the words of gold, 
Written and shared,
 As once, before.

A circle of voices, a circle of light,
 A circle of hands, a circle of hearts,
 A circle as One Mother, bravely giving birth, 
Holding her new born, in awe, in delight,
 Cradling the new life, nurturing,
As whispers are heard from above:

"Blessed art thou amongst women, 
Blessed are the fruits of thy circle of love, 
A holy womb, a blessed gift born, 
On a divine and holy moon filled night,
Oh Blessed Goddess , Amen."

Yvonne Brewer is a Mother to two boys, is a Reiki Master and also enjoys writing meditations and poetry as a method of healing and personal development. For over 20 years Yvonne has written poems, stories, meditations and letters as a hobby and uses creativity as an important tool for relaxation and stress release. This is the first time she has had a poem published.  Her first e-book was published in 2013 "Breathe and Bloom. Soul Mother Meditations". She lives in Cork, Ireland and can be contacted via her website here, on Facebook here, or you may e-mail her

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


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