The Song of Anna

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I made a friend a couple years ago that inspired my Celtic blood. This is her song. Find her at Anna Cottage.

The song of Anna – The “Bright One”

The true telling of Fionn and the Giant – Your Bard, Plato

 

She was born Anna the Bright

And blue brilliance like starlight birthed in the opening of her eyes

As her soul came to rest in the flesh

Her first cry announced the arrival to the Darkness

A shudder shook the shadows, a tremor announced their defeat

But the Darkness, in fear of her splendor sent out Benandonner to steal her joy

A giant, carrying years of pestilence in his sack

War, betrayal, abandonment, death, grief heavy like the damp dark earth

Sought to extinguish the brilliant blue flame of Anna

The jealous wicked Hag, agent of the Giant, beat her with a cane

Casting spells of the darkness and the lie, hoping to smother her spirit

Even Fionn the Great was injured, kicked by a horse

He was in fear of the Giant because of its great size and ferocity

He trembled knowing he could not match It’s strength

He knew Tara, the heart, would be lost

The Father’s strength now spent, turned to the Mother

He sought out Anna and taught her many wise and secret things

He called to the Shining Ones and they erected a Cairn over the light of her

She dwelt in the Heart for many years, dealing shrewdly with the Giant and the Hag

At times the light waned and flickered under the abuse

But she never allowed the flickering wick to be extinguished

She protected it and discovered places where no darkness could reach

She saw the beauty of the light’s flickering in the arts, a morning’s cup of coffee, a conversation,

The jeweled dew on the grass, the taste of green in the sunshine and the rain

She stored it all in her heart and hid it in her poems and songs

In times of weakness she would return to Fionn’s greatest gift to her

He had in humility revealed to her a power greater than his and instructed her

So in the time between times, as the bridge opened and joined the worlds

She would exit her sanctuary through the Tomb of the Captives and enter the realm of the Real

Bare feet walked the land, her soul recognized by the Oak’s bowing in the wind

Entering the grove she would kneel and reach deeply into the Irish earth, becoming still as the Lia Fail

She drew its fragrances deeply into her, uniting with its energy again

She felt the pull of Ireland upon her, understanding her connection to it and was renewed

She inhabited the place between the Otherworld and the Shadowlands

Balanced on the razors edge, entrusted with the light, awaiting the day of its revealing

The Shinning Ones watched and assisted the Light bearer in unseen ways

Just as she assisted and cared for the next generation, so too did the Tuatha De Danaan care for her

And as the time drew near, they sent to her a watcher, a companion, and a guide

Innocent and loyal, pure in her devotion, “Day’s Eye” ever watchful for the light

As the dawning approached they prepared for the journey, making ready for travel to the Place of Kings

Daisy assisted in choosing a gown fit for the Light bearer

It was time now for the Light to shine again on the New Kings

They have long forgotten Fionn and the Light, exercising power for its own sake

Evil now besets the land, abandoned, thirsty for mother’s milk

Yet even now her chariot traverses the land toward her destiny and ours

She is Anna the Bright, Keeper of the Light

Mother, Sister, Warrior Princess

Her sons rise and call her blessed

Recognize, honor her, for the Darkness could not overcome the Light

She reigns victorious at her unveiling, undaunted, regal head held high

Joy is her light, radiance and splendor her sword and shield

Prosperous are those with eyes to see, fruitful those with ears to listen

Her true value, the real treasure can never be looted by the Dark One’s

It is beyond their reckoning and reach

All those who are hungry rush to the feast and dine

All who thirst come and drink your fill

There is plenty at the table of Anna

28 thoughts on “The Song of Anna”

  1. I have hidden my true self for so long I barely recognize her. When she is rising within me, I see her as a stranger which at times causes me to shut her out, shut her down.

  2. Thank you so much it was such a surprise and shock, never before has anyone done such a beautiful thing for me, I am finding it hard to express to you how you have made me feel so special. How on earth have you been able to catch me so well especially my love for Ireland and how I am so drawn to the land. How privileged I feel to have a song written for me and to hear your wonderful haunting voice made it even more special. I will never forget today and how happy you have made me feel, how special you have made me feel, thank you is not enough. Your “Your Song for Anna” will be in my heart forever.

    • Oh you two! You have me all teary here! :'( Anna, I’m so thrilled it pleases you. Our Bard friend here has such a gift for this sort of thing. Perhaps it is a sacred ministry he is called to. As members of your court we bow in honor before you, mighty Anna! 🙂

      • I was absolutely shocked that this could be done for me, its so beautiful and spoken as well so haunting. Who could believe that total strangers can enter your heart so quickly and make you feel that you have known them all your life. Only in America can such instant kindness be shown. I am still so amazed and totally adore my song, hope this all makes sense.

        • Just remember, it’s as Plato the Bard says: this is strong magic to help you see the triumph and the beauty in your life. You are a rare and exquisite jewel in God’s crown. Go forth now, O great one, with courage and caution and enjoy the treasures His kingdom holds for you! {{{Anna}}}

        • The Creator wanted you to know that you have never been alone and that your steadfastness is a triumph for the world. Now is the time to share the light you have with the broader world. What is true about you is beautiful and eternal. Dont hold to doubt buy rather with ferocious faith find new ways to sow those seeds of light you hold. That they might grow and privide nourishment and hope and direction for the next generation who love the light. Blessings. – Plato.

  4. NOW I understand and understand you so much better… this really hit me… it makes me smile now how blind I was… about it and about you. You’re balm on my, on any soul.

  6. What a beautiful, beautiful gift to Anna. This has really moved me, I think, because sometimes when we measure ourselves by the world’s standards it is sometimes hard to see how we are heroic but we all are, when the heart keeps going underfed and undernourished, we keep going because of love…and the light of our existence wins out. Thank you so much for reminding me to see what has been accomplished rather than what has been lost or damaged or broken…you are a true Knight of the Soul, brandishing your sword of wisdom against the Dark Demons of Despair!

  7. Oh, oh, oh… A story, A tale, An epic revealed!!! Have not listened yet, but will, anon! Tis a wondrous story! I can see it will be spoke of for eons beyond!

    Returning in a twinkle of a star (might be light years from a far)…

    ah! where is my mind? Have I mentioned the beautiful picture that graces this saga is glorious? Well, consider it mentioned.

    *clapping* *dancing, and swirling, and twirling* What a magnificent story brought to all! Your telling enlivens the words all the more!

    Happy, happy!

  8. Oooo! The recording was so exciting! The Celtic music added so much intensity to it. Nice touch. And I love the way you say her name. Can’t wait to see what she has to say about it! Just gotta get her here to your blog now! This is a real trip! Well done, your dudeship!

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