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Poem: “Bodhran”

Note: This is taken from a time when I was going through a spell of severe spiritual dryness. However, playing my bodhran drum for a studio recording helped me remember the Divine Order that is all around me, as exemplified by the rhythm of the drum beats.
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I feel the skin of the drum
Taut with ageless anticipation
And walk my fingers along it
Making a sound like pattering rain,
Preparing the parched ground for growth.

I brandish the beating stick
Grasping it lightly, letting it dance,
Helping the wood to remember its roots.
Once it sprouted from the heart of the earth;
Now it will sing earth’s holistic hymn.

My wrist is quick, like a snake’s tongue,
Flashing in and out, up and down,
Sinking into rhythm and running free,
Like a wild horse or a water fall,
Hoof-beats thunder and rapids rush

An intuition takes command,
Borne from the Soul of the Universe –
Mystical Mathematics swirl
In harmonies unleashed.

Truth cries out in every beat
As energy pulses through earth
And life is broken from its shell.

Skin to wood and wood to skin,
Spiral song goes ever on…

It mirrors every story told,
A reflection of some deeper plain.
It forms a well-worn path,
The constancy a comfort.

Then hear the click of wood on wood –
The common elements are wed!
A passion punctuates the lay
With changing force that brings new life

I rest my head against the frame,
A circle, like eternity.
Oak wisdom vibrates off its curves,
Long since imbued by Ancient Magic
And Magic’s Source, Who Is: What Is

Though distance stretches long,
Nearness hums within…

Some echo of the ocean waves,
Of lion’s heart, of humming bird’s wings,
The essence of the surge of life,
Each spark of flame and drop of blood,
So strong it flows, the pulsing tide…

And yet, hear now:

The gentle beat of Mother’s Love,
The cradle of life’s dawn
So intimate a lullaby,
So magical a drum
Encapsulates the meaning
Of all that Is and Is to Come

Avellina Balestri

 


Avellina Balestri (also known by her pen name, Rosaria Marie) is a Catholic Christian with a deep appreciation for Celtic culture and mysticism. She is a founding member and Editor-in-Chief of the online magazine The Fellowship of the King (www.thefellowshipoftheking.net), a place where spirituality and creativity meet (which, by the way, is open to submissions). In addition to reading and writing extensively on matters of history, spirituality, and culture, she is also a recording artist, singing traditional folk songs and her own compositions as well as playing the penny whistle and bodhran drum. In all her endeavors, she draws her inspiration from the Ultimate Love and Source of Creativity, and hopes to share that love and creativity with others.
  • Guy McClung

    As a child,I put my head against a leg of our our piano, laying on the floor beneath it, as my Mom played-this vibrated my soul; and you have made me remember. Thank you. Guy McClung

    • Avellina Balestri

      That’s beautiful, Guy! The vibrations of music have a beautiful way of speaking to the soul like nothing else can. I’m so glad my poem was able to bring back those memories to you :)