~ In a world that moves so quickly, I endeavor to offer a place to experience a brief respite, in your daily round. I welcome your comments, and appreciate your visit. ~ Mile buiochas!
~ Siochain De'agus Slainte'!
That's lovely, Ali!! And an amazing tribute to your sister! Hugs, Jan
Dia duit Jan. It is always good to read your words. I appreciate you, a chara. Mile buiochas. ~Beannaichte'! Ali *hugs*
"I have been away, Alicia, and just caught up with your messages on Twitter. I am really sorry to hear about Sharon, this entry here in your blog is beautiful and shows faith.I have been following your Sacred Space writings as well, and I feel that the unwritten lesson of Life that Easter teaches us is that without the pain of the events leading up to and happening on Good Friday, there could be no rejoicing on Easter Sunday. As with Sharon, her pain is gone and she is in a better place. My thoughts are with you at this time ... My regards,Dusti
IF I SHOULD NOT WAKE UP ONE MORNINGIf I should not wake up one morning,Remember I love you.As the early morning sunStreams through the window,I will be in every ray.As you walk along an empty beachWith seemingly just the soundOf the surf for company,It will be me saying I am here.In the midst of the greatest stormWith a hurricane force wind blowingIt will be me shouting,I am with you always.In the darkness of the nightWhen you are sleepingAnd your slumber is disturbedBy a sound that you are not sureThat you really did hearIt is only me whispering,I am ever near.Remember this,If I should not wake up one morning.(I dedicate this to the memory of Sharon, someone I ever never knew but would probably liked to have met.)
FINAL FAREWELLIn an oaken casket,On a glass-sided,Flower-bedecked hearse;Drawn by two magnificentPlume-crested,Coal-black creatures;He slowly made his way throughCrowd-strewn streets.On his way to his last appointment,Here on this earth.Having always been a quiet, private man;The pomp and pageantry of this auspicious occasion;Probably was in no way what he would have wanted.But it was merely a fraction of the public accolade,Of which he was truly worth.It seems to me,Somehow fittingly poetic,The fact that he was delivered into,And despatched from,All this mortal toil at last;On the very same January date.The only difference being, of course,Is that eighty-one years had passed.So it seems it's farewell, dear father.We must finally come to part.But I'll always remember you,Forever.In that very special place,Here.In my ever grieving heart.
Hello Dusti.I appreciate your visit, and your kind words.I agree, I think you would have liked meeting Sharon, very much, and she, you. Your poetry is an example of the bright-shining-gold-star man, I believe you to be.Thank you, dear sir.~Beannaichte'!Alicia
Beautiful words my dear friend. Sharon is looking down smiling at your love. Many blessings to you!
Osiyo Redwolf. It is good to read your words, dear friend.I am Blessed to have such stunning, shining, beautiful friends-each one, so rich and generous in Spirit.Sharon and I shared a deep and abiding love. A love that is crystal clear, supported by each stellar word, left in each comment, today. It is a love that is shared amongst many...S'gi Redwolf. S'gi.~Beannaichte'!Alicia