Saturday, March 21, 2015


Give you This
one Thought to Keep ~
I am With you Still,
I Do Not Sleep.

am  a Thousand Winds that Blow,
I  am the Diamond Glints on Snow;
am the Sunlight on Ripened Grain,
I am  the Gentle Autumn Rain. 

When  you  Awaken  in  the Morning's Hush,
I  am  the Swift, Uplifting Rush;
Of   Quiet  Birds  in Flight,
am  the Soft Stars;
That Shine at Night. 

DNot  Think of me as Gone~

I am With you Still,

in Each New Dawn.

~Native American Prayer

21 March, 2015

~In Loving Memory of my sister, Sharon:
I remember how you loved the above reading, as we shared it,
together, after our Mother's death.
For You: 
~I have seen you in the Light of a Thousand Suns...
~I have seen you in the Stellar Brilliance of a Million Stars... 
~Sail on Silver Star a Shining...Sail on.
We will walk, together, again.
Is' Brea ' Liom Tu'...
~I will Always Love You, Sharon.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015


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

17 March, 2015

~Happy Saint Patrick's Day! 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

"Irish Blessing"

wish  you Not 
Path Devoid of  Clouds.
Nor a Life on a bed of Roses.
Not that  you  might Never Need Regret,
Nor that  you  should Never Feel Pain.
No, that  is Not my Wish for you.
My Wish for you is:
That  you  might  be  Brave in Times of Trial,
when others Lay Crosses upon your Shoulders.
When  Mountains  must be Climbed,
and Chasms  must  be Crossed;
When Hope can Scarce Shine through.
That  every Gift God gives you,
might Grow along with you.
And  let you Give the Gift  of Joy
to All who Care for you.
That  you  may Always  have  a Friend
who  is Worthy of the Name.
Whom  you  can Trust,
and who Helps you
in Times  of  Sadness.
Who  will   Defy the Storms 
of  Daily Life, at your Side.
One  more Wish  I  have for you:
That  in  Every  Hour
of  Joy  and  Pain,
you  may Feel God Close 
to  you.
This  is  my Wish  for you,
and  All  who Care  for you.
This  is my Hope  for  you,
11 March, 2015 

Thursday, March 5, 2015

The Irish Martyrs – Readings

" His Day is Done"

A Nelson Mandela Tribute

To all the world's citizens,
who lost a friend
when President Nelson Mandela died.

His day is done.
Is done.

The news came on the wings of a wind
Reluctant to carry its burden.

Nelson Mandela's day is done.

The news, expected and still unwelcome,
Reached us in the United States and suddenly

Our world became somber.
Our skies were leadened.

His day is done.  

We see you, South African people,
Standing speechless at the slamming 
Of that final door
Through which no traveler returns.

Our spirits reach out to you:
Bantu, Zulu, Xhosa, Boer.

We think of you
And your Son of Africa.
Your Father,
 Your One More Wonder of the World.

We send our souls to you
As you reflect upon
Your David armed with
A mere stone facing down
The Mighty Goliath.

Your man of strength, Gideon,
Emerging triumphant
Although born into the brutal embrace of  
Scarred by the savage atmosphere of racism,
Unjustly imprisoned
In the bloody maws of South African dungeons. 

Would the man survive?
Could the man survive?

His answer strengthened men and women
Around the world.

In the Alamo in San Antonio, Texas,
On the Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco,
In Chicago's Loop,
In New Orleans' Mardi Gras,
In New York City's Times Square,
We watched as the hope of Africa sprang  
Through the prison's doors.

His stupendous heart intact,
His gargantuan will
Hale and hearty.

He had not been crippled by brutes
Nor was his passion for rights
Of human beings
Diminished by twenty - seven years of

Even here in America
We felt the cool
Refreshing breeze of freedom
When Nelson Mandela took
The seat of presidency
In his country
Where formerly he was not even allowed to

We were enlarged by tears of pride
As we saw Nelson Mandela's
Former prison guards
Invited, courteously, by him to watch
From the front rows
His inauguration.

We saw him accept
The world's award in Norway
With the grace and gratitude
Of Solon in Ancient Grecian courts
And the confidence of African Chiefs
From ancient royal stools.

No sun outlasts its sunset
But will rise again
And bring the dawn.

Yes, Mandela's day is done.

Yet we, his inheritors,
Will open the gate wider
For reconciliation.

And we will respond
Generously to the cries
Of the Blacks and Whites
Asians, Hispanics,
The poor who live piteously
On the floor of our planet.

He has offered us understanding.
We will not withhold forgiveness
Even from those who do not ask.

Nelson Mandela's day is done.
We confess it in tearful voices
Yet we lift our own to say:
Thank You.

Thank You, Our Gideon.
Thank You, Our David.
Our great courageous man.

We will not forget you.  
We will not dishonor you.
We will remember and be glad 

That you lived among us

That you taught us
That you loved us
All !

~ Maya Angelou

~ Beannaichte'
5 March, 2015  

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

"Walk with Me"

When you are thirsty, 
And no one will fill your cup for you;
When your well-dressed friends
Don't want you on their street;
When you're so far down the gutter looks up to you,
I'll still be kneeling at your feet.

When you can't  remember,
Where you left your laughter;
And you've forgotten the definition of your name,
When your yesterdays set fire to your ever-afters;
I'll reach down,
And pull you from the flames.

When at last,
Your bitter problems are behind you;
You've come out clean
And everything is done;
You'll realise I've been through it all before you,
Come and walk with me in the Sun.
4 March,2015