Saturday, March 17, 2018


May the Blessing of Light
 be upon you,
Light on the outside
and Light on the inside.
With God's sunlight
 shining on you.

May your Heart
 glow with warmth
like a turf fire that welcomes
friends and strangers

May the Light of the Lord
shine from your eyes
like a Candle in the window,
welcoming the weary traveler.

May the Blessing
 of God's soft rain
be on you, falling gently
on your head,
refreshing your Soul
with the sweetness
of little Flowers 
newly blooming.

May the Strength
of the winds of Heaven
Bless you,
causing the Rain
 to Wash
your Spirit clean,
sparkling after,
 in the 

May the Blessing
of  God's earth be on you
and as you walk the roads,
may you always 
have a Kind word
for those 
you meet.

May you understand
the  Strength and Power
of God
in a thunderstorm in Winter,
the quiet Beauty 
of Creation
and the 
Calm of a
Summer Sunset.

And may you
come to realize
that insignificant as you
may seem
in this Great Universe
you are
an Important Part
of God's Plan.

May H
Watch over You
 keep You
from harm.

~ Phil Coulter

~ Beannaichte'
17 March, 2018

~ Happy Saint Patrick's Day! 

Thursday, March 1, 2018

" The Mist"

I am wondering if you can find me
I am lost in the Mist
You have  crossed over the Veil
And I miss you.

Yet, you are with me...
Sometimes I hear your Laughter
 I remember the happy times
And I miss you.

I am wondering if you can see me
Then I would know, I am not Lost-
 Traveling inner landscapes of Grief  
And I miss you.

Yet, you are with me...
Sometimes I see you in my Dreams
I wonder if we share the dreams, together
And I miss you.

I am wondering if I will always miss you
Maybe, I am not really Lost-
I am just lonely, in the Mist 
And I miss you.

Yet, you are with me...
Sometimes I feel your Touch
Your hand upon my shoulder
And I miss you.

I wonder if I can stop missing you
Or will you think, I have forgotten you
 Love is never lost or forgotten
And I miss you.

Please find me in the Mist
And let me Know, it is all right
To not miss you
Tell me ~ You are with me.

Alicia O'Hara 
Copyrighted Material ; 3 August, 2013 

~ Beannaichte'
1 March, 2018 

Thursday, February 15, 2018

"Sacred Reverie"

I run
 with sheer force
My body  a shield against the Winter Wind
 Tearing at my skin, with an unleashed furry
I am not afraid
I must run.

The night is dark
No moonlight or shadow
Stars hidden by a captive curtain
My Soul  hungers for a Holy Freedom
I must run.

I push on into the night
Can't count the city blocks or miles
What lays behind, must remain behind
Now only relentless freezing rain
I must run.

My emotions raw, laid open
Tears freeze by the second
Piercing-Struggling- I continue onward
I must Not stop
I must run.

My Grief
 is Stripped in layers
Razor edged, by the Winter Wind
All thoughts a Sacred Reverie
All I know...
I must run. 

Alicia O'Hara
Copyrighted Material;. 9 December, 2012

15 February, 2018 

Wednesday, January 24, 2018


The winter winds lay harsh upon my shoulders
 I am shielded with a protective strength
Reminding me of something, perhaps, someone-
of long ago.

Who is equal to question our place in time
The dye has been cast in spite of us
Now entwining in rivulets of  blue-green crystalline waters-
Clearing away, what no longer needs to be.

We move through the day with a new-found certainty
Awash with the sunlight of clarity 
When  night falls, the Candlelight dances-
With Quiet cadence of Soulful embrace.

What is equal to question our place in time
The dye is cast from an age-olde knowing
Forged by days, scrubbed bare by Prairie winds-
Teaching us the Truth of belonging.

We smile, understanding the depth of our meaning
Standing Together; anticipating the cusp of Sacred Mystery 
 A Circle of  intimacy enfolds us-
As we lay claim to Relationship.

When will our place in time be written
  A place that is borne of Leaving and Arrival
Where the leaving of olde griefs, now too heavy to carry-
The arrival, a new place; anchored by Sun and Moon.

A place where time is not measured in Chronos
Long-defined by the age-olde ticking of the clock
Instead, Kairos determines our mutual joining-
A Touchstone nurturing Reciprocity and Truth.   

So now, my Love; How will we answer
 Will it be with Grace and longing, perhaps commitment
 Embracing that which Life has gifted us-
The Why of it;
 measured in indeterminate Time.

  ~Alicia O'Hara 
~ Copyrighted Material ;19 January, 2014

24 January, 2018


Thursday, December 21, 2017

"Santa's Christmas Story"


Just a week 
before Christmas
I had a visitor.  This is how it happened. 
 I just finished the household chores for the night
and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house.
I opened the door to the front room and to my surprise, Santa, himself, 
stepped out from behind the Christmas Tree.
He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out.
"What are you doing?" I started to ask.
The words choked up in my throat, and I saw tears in his eyes.
His usual jolly manner was gone.
Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know.
He then answered me with a simple statement.
I was puzzled; what did he mean?
He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement
brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree.
As I stood bewildered, Santa said,
"Teach the children!  Teach them the olde meaning of Christmas.
The meaning that now-a-days Christmas has forgotten." 
Santa then reached into his bag and  pulled
out a FIR TREE and placed it before the mantle.
"Teach the children that the pure green colour 
of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, 
depicting the everlasting Hope of mankind, all the needles point Heavenward,
making it a symbol of our thoughts turning toward Heaven."
He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR.
"Teach the children that the star was the Heavenly sign 
of Promises long ago.
God promised a Saviour for the World,
and the star was the sign of fulfillment of His promise."
He then reached into his bag
and pulled out a CANDLE.
"Teach the children that the candle symbolizes
that Christ is the Light of the World,
and when we see this great light  we are reminded of 
He who displaces the darkness."
Once again he reached into his into his bag and removed a WREATH
and placed it on the tree.
"Teach the children that the wreath symbolizes
the real nature of Love.
Real Love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection."
He then pulled from his bag an ornament of HIMSELF.
"Teach the children that I, Santa Claus,
symbolize the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December."
He then brought out a HOLLY LEAF.
"Teach the children that the holly plant represents immortality.
It represents the Crown of Thorns worn by our Saviour.
The red holly represents
the Blood shed by Him."
Next he pulled from his bag a GIFT and said,
"Teach the children that God so loved the World that He 
gave His only begotten Son..."
"Thanks be to God for His unspeakable Gift.
Teach the children that the Wise Men bowed before the Holy Babe
and presented Him with gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
We should always give gifts in the same Spirit 
of the Wise Men."
Santa then reached into his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE 
and hung it on the tree.
"Teach the children that the candy cane represents the shepherd's crook.
The crook on the staff helps to bring back 
strayed sheep to the flock.
The candy cane is the symbol that we are are brother's keeper."
He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL.
"Teach the children that it was the Angels
who heralded in the glorious news of the Saviour's birth.
The Angels sang,"Glory to God in the highest, 
on earth Peace and Good Will toward men."
Suddenly I heard a soft tinkling sound,
and from his bag he pulled out a BELL.
"Teach the children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of the bell,
it should ring mankind to the fold.
The bell symbolizes guidance and return,
Santa looked back and was  pleased. He looked back at me,
and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes.
He said,
"Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas
and do not put me in the centre,
for I am a humble servant of the One that is,
and I bow down to Worship Him,
our Lord,


~ Unknown

~ Merry Christmas!

 21 December, 2017 

 ~ May you know the Peace and Light of this Blessed Season,
and the Hope and Love which surrounds each one of you.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

"The Advent Wreath"

Four Candles slowly burned.
The ambiance was so soft,
one could almost hear them talking...

The First Candle said:
"I am Peace." 
"The World is full of anger and fighting,
Nobody can keep me lit."
Then the flame of Peace went out, completely. 

Then the Second Candle said:
"I am Faith."
"I am no longer indispensable.
It doesn't make sense that I stay lit another moment."
Just then, a soft breeze softly blew out Faith's flame.

Sadly, a Third Candle began to speak:
"I am Love."
People don't understand my importance,
so they simply put me aside.
They even  forget to Love those who are nearest to them.
I haven't the strength to stay lit."
And, waiting no longer,
Love's flame went out.

a Child entered the room
and saw the Three unlit Candles.

"Why aren't you burning?
You're supposed to stay lit until the end."

Saying this, the Child began to cry.

Then the Fourth Candle answered:
"Don't be afraid, I am Hope.
While I am still burning,
We can light the other Candles."

With shining eyes,
The Child took the Candle of Hope
and lit the other Candles.

The Flame of Hope should never
go out from your Life.

...and with Hope
each of us can live a Life with

Peace, Faith and Love !


6 December, 2017

~Together, the flame of Hope burns brightly...
    In Peace, Faith and Love!  
~ May this  Advent Season  bring  Blessings, secured in  the flame of Hope,  to you, and yours.
 ~ Beannaichte'