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Saturday, March 21, 2015

"Sharon"

I
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

~Beannaichte'
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.
~Beannaichte'!  

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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  
Apartheid,
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
imprisonment.

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
vote.

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
And
That you loved us
All !

~ Maya Angelou
U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'
5 March, 2015

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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.
 
                        ~Unknown                           
               
                                                                       ~Beannaichte'
4 March,2015

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Monday, March 2, 2015

"Irish Heart"


~It is both my Heart's desire 
and my Heart's breaking...
~Unknown


~ Can he hear what I am saying beneath this tumble of words?

I want to say,
Love me, love me, love me,
Love me in sickness and in health,
Love me whether  I have said the right thing or the wrong thing,
Love me when other men bring me watermelon,
Love me when they don't,
Love me no matter  what any one else thinks or believes about it,

and I will love you,
I will love you no matter  how often you lay about my Soul with knives,
No matter  how hurt you feel inside,
Because you are a man unendingly worth loving,
and  because  it is that,
The submission to one another,
Not  to a god or a law,
That is what matters, 
 
and unless you have that,
It is pointless to stand before God
and 
Promise
it.   

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'
          2 March, 2015      
  

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" The Flag of Love"

Our 
Son and Daughter
Treasure the Tattered Flag
of our Love.
This Banner survived
their Revolution.
Threadbare now, 
it has become unutterably Precious.
Like embers,
it glows with the Familial Warmth
 whenever their Breath
comes close enough.
We know
that one Day
its Threads and Colors
will be Bathed
in the Renewing Spring
of a Grandchild's cry
for Freedom.

~Ester Cohen
(b.1971)
U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'
2 March, 2015

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