Friday, February 27, 2015


who know
the Truth
are not Equal
to Those
who Love


27 February, 2015 

Monday, February 23, 2015

"A Love Story"

       A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar, from its hiding place, in the closet.
       She poured the change out on the floor, and counted it carefully. Three times,even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chances here, for mistakes.
       Carefully, placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to Rexall's Drug Store, with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
       She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy, at the moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.  Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally, she took a quarter from her glass jar, and banged it on the counter. That did it.
       "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked, in an annoyed tone of voice."I'm talking with my brother, from Chicago, whom I haven't seen in ages,"he said, without waiting for a reply to his question.
       "Well, I want to talk with you, about my brother," Tess answered back, in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a Miracle."
      " I beg your pardon?"said the pharmacist.
       "His name is Andrew, and he has something bad growing inside his head, and my Daddy says only a
Miracle can save him, now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
       "We don't sell Miracles, here, little girl. I'm sorry, but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, his voice softening a little.
       "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If is isn't enough,  I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs?"
       The pharmacist brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down, and asked the little girl, "What kind of Miracle does your brother need?"
       " I don't know," Tess replied, with her eyes welling up with tears. I just know he is really sick, and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
       "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
       "One dollar and eleven cents,"Tess answered, barely audible. And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more, if I need to."
       "Well, what a coincidence", smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents...the exact price of a Miracle, for little brothers."
       He took her money with one hand, and with the other hand, he grasped her mitten, and said,"Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the Miracle you need?"
       That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in Neuro-Surgery. The operation was completed, free of charge, and it wasn't long until Andrew was home and doing well.
       Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events, that had led them to this place. 
       "That surgery," her Mom whispered, was a real Miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
       Tess smiled.  She knew exactly how much a Miracle dollar and eleven, the Faith of a little child.
      ~  In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.  We can only hope that we, or someone near to us, like Tess, will have the Faith of a small child. For this is the true price of a Miracle.
~ Unknown
~ Beannaichte'
23 February, 2015

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

"Unyielding god"

a God of sorts~
many have Worshiped you,
pleading for  a little More
of the fleeting Gift you Give.
they have Waited for you,
only to Curse your Arrival.
you have Marched on,
totally Unaffected.
Middle, End,
Bitter Enemy, Fond Friend,

you are.
The Righter of Wrongs,
the Wronger of Rights,

you are.

Present, Past. 
The very Last of Laughs

you are...   

~Randy Jaroch

18 February, 2015

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

"There Is No Need"

Where there is Faith
there is Love
Where there is Love 
there is Peace
Where there is Peace
there is God
Where there is God
there is no need. 

17 February, 2015
~ Beannaichte'

Thursday, February 12, 2015

"Love Endures"

We were impossibly young and so beautiful,
When we met and fell in Love.

You were the cool guy from the big city,
I was the shy small-town girl.

I bring you photographs of those days long ago, 
You look and smile and ask me who those people are.

I take your hand, it is warm and strong in mine,
You don't remember me, but you know we belong together.

I tell you the stories of these two young people,
You listen intently, and study their faces.

And look into my face,
With wonder in your eyes.

I have come to understand that it doesn't matter,
That you no longer remember who we were then.

It only matters that we can sit and hold hands,
While I tell you stories of our past.

Like an olde photograph, memory can fade away,

In the touch of hands, in a smile,
  In the wonder I see in your eyes.

12 February, 2015 

 ~A special note of gratitude, to Alex Kienow, for lending a hand with both skill and knowledge in the technical aspects, of computing. ~In addition, for demonstrating incredible patience and kindness, while importing the necessary information to my blog, regarding cancer awareness.  Thank you, Alex! ~Beannaichte'

Monday, February 9, 2015

"Woman's Heart"

~I am willing to die for my people.
~Chief Theresa Spence:
Chief of Attawapistkat First Nation; Canada

"Idle No More"

Woman's Heart: Written in Honour of Chief Theresa Spence.

started as a Spark in a rundown Native town
a Woman got fed up with their Treatment by the crown
she said,"we can't make Something out of Nothing anymore"
it's time for things to Change, or our Heart will beat no more
she chose the Path of Love and Peace, a Path that could not fail
to bring the Truth into the Light, and the People's eyes unveil
she dared the crown to Meet her, and Speak of things to come
and if they Refused her Life would soon be done
you can't quench the Fire that burns in a Woman's Heart
for  It burns the Spirit of her Love
a Mother's true Desire is to see her People well
and She will Give her All to see that come
this becomes the Point at which my Sight begins to dim
but what was clear there was a Change upon the Wind
the People got behind Her and Rallied to Her Cause
they Stood as One to Fight oppressive Laws
 it wasn't just the Natives that the crown  Betrayed
 All the Peoples of the Land had Lost their Rightful say
the government did Dictate for those who worship Greed
and it Cared Not for any with a Need
they said,"Let them All Work harder, for the Fruits of Mother Earth
since they have no Money, then to us they have no Worth
we will Do as we please, as we have always Done
but they did not See what our Lady had Begun
the Wind  began to Blow upon our Lady's Spark
a tiny Flame began to grow in All the People's Hearts
the crowd of course began to lie and Stamp the Fire out
but the World had Heard our Lady's whispered shout
you can't quench the Fire that Burns in a Woman's Heart
for  It burns the Spirit of Her Love
a Mother's true Desire is to see her People well
and She will Give her All to see that come
the Wind of Truth blew harder and the Fire began to Spread
 People could See clearly now, how we had been Mislead
we could See in the name of Greed this way had Long been going on
and there was Hope to see a Loving Dawn

You Can't Quench the Fire that Burns in a Woman's Heart
For in it Burns the Spirit of Her Love
A Mother's true Desire is to See her Children Well
 And She will Give Her All to See That Come. 

You Can't Quench the Fire that Burns in a Woman's Heart...

~Patricia Norwoord/Lyrica Ling

1 January, 2013

Repost: 9 February, 2015

~Since  11 December, 2012, Chief Spence has been on Hunger Strike.
Chief Spence has requested a Meeting with Prime Minister Stephen Harper to discuss Canadian treatment
of First Nation's Peoples and Recognition of First Nation's Treaty Rights.  Too date, this has not been granted. In the name of Justice and Compassion
this meeting needs to take place, with the crown present, so open dialogue can begin.This is for the 
benefit of allThis issue not only affects those in Canada,  its consequences are far-reaching.

~To Chief Theresa Spence: Our thoughts and prayers are with you-Unified and in One Voice.
May God continue to hold you in the Palm of His mighty hand. ~May your Light continue to Shine
as  a Beacon of Hope and Peace to All Peoples of First Nation's. 

Monday, February 2, 2015

"The Writer"

~ Sometimes,

when it is going badly,

she wonders if what she believes to be 

"Love of the Written Word"
is just a fetish for stationary.

The True Writer,
the Born Writer
will scribble words on scraps of litter,

the back of a bus ticket,

on the wall of a cell.

~David Nicholls

2 February, 2015