Auld Lang Syne (With Lyrics and English Translation)

Auld Lang Syne (as Gaeilge / in Irish)

"First Annual Report"

A

Year  on, my love,

A Year  since we Parted,

You  to  the  Prayer-wrapped Unknown,

Me  to  a Cell  called Freedom

In  your  Place I have Memory,

A  stingy  Usurper

Dispensing  crumbs

From  the  banquet  of  your Table

Like  a donkey  in Omeath

Kicking  my Pride

And  your  Laughter

Animating  the  Mournes

Or  Champagne  Saturday

When  we  whooped  and  Danced

To  new Celestial  Arrivals

On  our Cherished Firmament

Your  light  is on  Dim  now, my love,

Yet  blinding  Flashes of you

Startle  me  awake

From  the  barren  Limbo of  Dreams,

You'll  be  pleased God  is Back,

He  Left  when you died,

Went  a.w.o.l.,

Like  He'd  been  found out

Not  having  the  Answers

And  Permitting  instead  a Soothing Indulgence:

Why  hast Thou Forsaken me

Yet  there  again, my dear,

I  must  Allow  for Pre-occupation

With  Glamorous  new Arrival,

Introductions  all  round,

Glasses Raised  and  all  that,

Yours  a  spritzer, my love?

That's  about  It  for now, my dear,

Except to  say the blubbering  is Ceased

And  Sorrow's  sickly syrup of Self

Expunged  from  the Menu

Well...in  Hope  and  Prayer,  that  is

My  love

~Gerry Corr

Ireland

~Beannaichte'
28 December, 2014
 

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"Bright Blue Rose"

I 

 skimmed across 

blackwater

without once submerging

onto the banks of an urban

morning

that hungers the first Light

much much more

than the mountains ever do.

And she like the ghost beside

me

goes down with the ease of a

dolphin

and emerges unlearned,

unshamed,

unharmed.

For she is the perfect creature

a natural in every feature

and I am the geek with the

alchemist's stone 

For all of you who must discover

For all who seek to understand

For having left the path of others

You find a very special hand.

And it is a Holy thing

And it is a precious time,

And it is the only way.

Forget-me-nots among the

snow

Its always been and so it

goes

To ponder His death

And His life eternally.

One bright blue rose

outlives all those

two thousand years

and still it goes

to ponder His death 

and His life

Eternally. 

~ Jimmy Mac Carthy

~ Beannaichte'
18 December, 2014 

You find a very special hand.

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"Dear Lord I Know"

To let go does not mean to stop caring.

It means I can't do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off.

It's the realization I can't control another. 

To let go is not to enable,

but to allow learning from natural consequences. 

To let go is to admit powerlessness,

which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try and change or be another.

It's to make the most of myself.  

To let go is not to care for, but to care about.

To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

To let go is not to e in the middle arranging all outcomes,

but to allow others to affect their destinies.

To let go is not to be protective.

It's to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny, but to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,

but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my own desires,

but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

To let go is not to criticize and regulate anybody, 

but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.

To let go is to fear less and love more.

Lord, help me to let go. 

~ Unknown

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Sunday of week 23 of Ordinary Time

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"And So It Is"

    And so it is .
    The seed is planted

      In the fertile winter soil,
     to be nurtured lovingly
    by earth and rain .
    It blossoms in the warmth of spring,
 paying homage to the sky.
 Its sweet fruit grows unattended, 
   ripening in the sun,
to be gathered in the harvest .


      Another seed is planted .
   And so it is .


~Randy Jaroch
U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'
 3 September, 2014

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"Ancestries"

                         Much of our power comes from our past.  We have always drawn upon the 
ancient world for knowledge, for enlightenment, even for example.  Our philosophies, our 
political structures, our dramatic expressions have long been guided by the systems of olde 
civilizations.  More narrowly, we also draw upon our own particular ancestries.  Why the 
tradition of family portraits?  How often do we tease apart the branches of the family tree-
and grow fascinated?
                         It seems not to matter much if that olde family thread of ours is frail or
poorly traceable or even if it fades into obscurity.  We need the spirits of our past more than
we need the facts; we need the pride more than we need the proof.  And the more mobile we become, and the farther we travel from our point of origin, the more we seem to want to return.  
That is, if the Irish example can be judged; to have come from Ireland, no matter how long ago,
is to be of Ireland, in some part, forever.
                         Internationally, genealogical research has been one of the world's growing
pastimes.  Within our origins we search for our anchors, our steadiness.  And every one's
journey to the past is different.  It might be found in a legend or in the lore of an ancestor's courage or an  inherited flair.  Or it might be found simply by standing on the earth once owned
by a namesake tribe, touching the stone they carved, finding their spoor.  In all cases we are
drawn to the places whence they came - because to grasp who they were may guide what 
we might become.

~ Unknown

~Beannaichte'

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" Things Worth Praising "

Rain.  Soft rain.  Hard pelting rain.  Sleet and snow.

Clouds: white, grey, dark.  A spring breeze.

The predictability of stars and moon and sun.

Green small hills.  Craggy slopes. Granite cliffs.

Topsoil deep and rich.  The melody of rivers.

The power of tides.  The cycle of change.

Industry of bee and worm.  Sweet fruit that follows.

Microbes that make cheese.  Ones that cure us.

Profound cooperation that begets lichen.

Birdsong carried on wind.  The shadow of a horse

against a limestone wall.  A dog's warmth.

Blood.  Flesh.  Bones.  Hearts.  Breath.

A friend's hand, reaching out for help or tea.

A sigh, a song, an honest smile, a body dancing.

Everything that connects and is connected. 

 Everything.

~ Patricia Monaghan 

U.S.A./Ireland

~Beannaichte'

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" Latiarian's Heart "

Three holy women came westward

from France to that place on the border

of Kerry and Cork where the great paps

rise, Danu's giant mist-clad breasts:

Lasair, the eldest, stopped at Killasseragh

and made a hermit's cell her home;

and the middle sister, the yellow haired one,

went along the Blackwater to Dromtarriff

and stopped her journey there; and

the youngest, Latiarian, went to coal-rich

Cullen, where a smith gave her embers

every day to heat her hut.  She carried

the embers back in her apron and spent

her days in prayer and contemplation.

Then one day the smith complimented

her shapely feet and Latiarian's apron

burst into flame and she uttered a curse

that no smith would ever thrive in Cullen

and she disappeared, leaving behind

only a granite stone beside the road.

Her curse still holds.  No blacksmith lives

in Cullen now to give away embers

and compliment the women.  What's

 left of Latiarian?  A heart-shaped stone.

~Patricia Monaghan

U.S.A./Ireland

~ Beannaichte'

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"Poetry"

~ALL
  POETRY
 IS

  PRAYER


~ Samuel Beckett
(1906-1989)
Ireland
   

~Beannaichte'
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"Hope"

After the Rain there is a Rainbow

After the Storm there is a Calm

After the Night there is a Morning. . .

And after an Ending there is a

New Beginning.

~ Unknown

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~You

Never Know

How Strong You Are . . .

Until

Being Strong

is

the Only Choice

         You Have . . . 

  

~Unknown

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" The Edge"

~When

you come to the Edge of Light;
 you know,

and are about to set off

into the Edge

of  Darkness

of the

Unknown,

Faith

is Knowing

that One of two things 

will Happen -

there  will  be

something Solid to Stand on,

or

you will be

Taught 

how to 

Fly.

~Barbara J. Winter

U.S.A.

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"Realise"

If  you succeed in cheating someone,

Don't  think that person is a fool . . .

Realise -

That person Trusted you

More than you

deserved . . .

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

9 May, 2014

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"Forever"

~ I wrote your Name in the Sky,
But the Wind blew it away.

I wrote your Name in the Sand,

     But the Waves washed it away. 
  ~ I wrote your Name in my Heart, 

and

 

 forever

 

   it will Stay.

~ Unknown

~ Beannaichte'

7 May, 2014

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"Thoughts That Count"

        

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U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'

28 April, 2014

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Easter Sunday

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~ Hallelujah!

He

is

Risen! 

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~ Easter Blessings!

~Beannaichte'

20 April, 2014

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"Not Mine"...

Jesus 

said to His friends:

"My heart is broken with sorrow.

Remain here with Me.

Be on guard and pray.

The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."

He prayed to His Father:

"Father, if it is possible,

take this cup of suffering from Me.

Nonetheless, not mine,

but Your 

will 

be

done."

~ From Matthew; Chapter 26

~Beannaichte'

19 April, 2014

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"The Stabat Mater"

At the Cross her station keeping,

Stood the mournful Mother weeping,

Close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart His sorrow sharing,

All His bitter anguish bearing,

Lo! The piercing sword has Passed.

For His people's sins rejected,

Saw her Jesus unprotected,

Saw with thorns, with scourges rent.

Saw her Son from judgement taken,

Her beloved in death forsaken,

Till His spirit forth He sent.

Jesus, may your Cross defend me,

And your Mother's prayer befriend me:

Let me die in Your embrace.

When to dust my dust returns,

Grant a Soul, which for You yearns,

In Your Paradise a place.   

~ Amen.

[Blessed Jacopone da Todi ( 1230-1306)]

~Beannaichte'

17 April, 2014

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