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MY DIVINE LOVER by Emelina Holland

This poem nourishes my soul each time I read it... 

Free poetic form has become a sacred way for me to capture and express the wholeness of my personal spiritual practice as a Practical Mystic: to describe it and to share with others for teaching purposes. "My Divine Lover"  has allowed me to voice my intimate connection and relationship with my Higher Self (Divine Source) in total oneness. This piece has served me as a sacred channel to express my deep inner awareness and inner work, compassion, love and the gratitude I feel towards my personal/spiritual growth which I get to apply to my everyday life. 

My Divine Lover
by Emelina Holland

And it is in my darkest moments
when you continue to softly undress me
so that I can see more depths within myself.
that had escaped my curious sight.
that you caress with your loving light.

And it is your gentle touch 
The one that holds my tears 
one by one
as you turn them into pearls
you always find a way to make me smile.

And it is in my alone moments
when the silence speaks louder than my mind
you invite me with a sacred song
to fully and truly trust my heart,
the darkness of the unknown,
to fully be and live 
present in the now.

You then embrace me with your warmth
holding strong anything of me that is left behind;
when no part of me is any longer able to hide
I am truly transparent and naked
as I am…Eternally brought back to life,
with my soul fully awakened
I am everything I ever was; 
woven strands 
with all that I am now
and unspoken threads 
of what I am yet to become.

You are the source of inspiration
the one that guides me 
as I write 
my book of life...
You are the poem 
in every page
that has magically made me 
into who I AM.

You are the sacredness 
that runs through my veins…
The Divine Lover with whom 
I make love!
You are my Divine Lover,
the one...
to which 
I give my All.

Emelina Holland
(Moon Jaguar Sees the Dawn): 
I am a High Priestess of Love & Womb Keeper of Sacred Creative Manifestation.  A Practical Mystic, Healer, Metaphysical Artist, Author, Educator, Singer, Mother, Sister & Wife.  I am also the Founder of the Sacred Flame Sisterhood Circle, Sacred Root Dance, Creative Spirituality, The Creative Womb’s Magic & Creative Motherhood Teachings.  The work I do has been birthed through the many years of my own spiritual awakening and personal healing.  Poetry to me is a very versatile form of creative expression, one that has served me and others as a deep healing and transformational tool.  I also use poetry to practice intentional creativity using the magic of words and the power of intention to craft incantation prayers, songs and magical chants for manifestation, personal and spiritual development.  I truly enjoy utilizing free form poetry as a tool to channel, explore and to teach wisdom as well as for storytelling. Connect with me on Facebook here, or my Sacred Flame Sisterhood Circle here. 

~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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