Thursday, May 28, 2015

" Cancer Cannot..."

Bring You

Cancer is so limited...

It cannot cripple Love
It cannot shatter Hope
It cannot corrode Faith
It cannot kill Friendship
It cannot suppress Memories
It cannot silence Courage
It cannot invade the Soul
It cannot steal Eternal Life 
It cannot conquer the Spirit.

~"God has put His Angels in charge of you,
that they may guard you
in all ways." 

~Psalm 91:11 
20 August, 2012

Repost: 28 May, 2015  

~To my Sisters, Sharon and Karen, and all who suffer, or have suffered, with cancer.
Is Brea' Liom Tu'! ~Beannaichte'

~From my Front Porch:
~Today, I welcome all of those who care for, or have cared for, a loved one suffering from this disease. These are often the unsung Heroes, who travel the minutes, hours, days, and months, with their loved one. Perhaps, not always at their side, but always a thought or a prayer, away. I would be remiss if I did not  include the health-care and hospice workers, as well.  As with all chronic or terminal illness, everyone is affected. Everyone suffers. ~ I salute you, as You are Brave Soldiers, indeed. May you be blessed, as you make the Journey, with a "Guiding Hand", along the way. Mile Buiochas!  ~Beannaichte' 

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

"Ghostly Lover"

It was only just a week, ago
In quiet Sadness I sat by your side
I Heard your Ghostly Lover calling you
While I Stumbled for the Truth, 
through your Lies.  

Promising me, you would Spend some Time
Yet I Knew your Time was on Loan
To the One who Burned her Shadow
Into your Brain
To Her you must Return.

I Heard her Voice as she Spoke Through you
How I Felt the Pain in your eyes
The Wick of our Candle was Smothered by Time
But your lover's Fire is still Alive.  

Her Embers they seem Still enough
Yet Reckless and Quick to Flare
Her Flame  Consuming our Chapter in Time
The Story line, Surrendered 
to the Fire.

Move On, Move On, with her Shadow 
at your back
Move On, with her Voice at your side
Your Ghostly Lover ~ calling you back 
To Fragments 
of a
 Dying Fire.

~Alicia O'Hara 
c. 11 March, 2013

27 May, 2015    

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

"Till Death Do Us Part"

~Ah, you shall be together,
even in the silent memory of God.
~Kahlil Gibran

They walk
 together in perfect cadence
Both have silver hair, reflecting their years
 His hand gently supports her back, she steps onto the bridge
 My heart softens with this act of tenderness
I think they have spent a lifetime together
Every look, every gesture, is pure and honest-
 Each expression, softly echoes; "Till death do us part."

At the south side of the lake, a group is gathered
A couple have just concluded their wedding vows;"Till death do us part"
 I watch the young couple as they walk to their vehicle
Unlike the older couple, I do not see a shared tenderness
I am troubled; she opens one door, he, the other 
They appear to be in a hurry, so separate, so apart-
Most likely, they are on to a reception.

 I wish they would watch the older couple
Yet, I can see, they have no time for "watching"
They quickly gather the other members of their party
And hasten out of the parking lot
I feel sad; the beginning of their chapter seems so fragile
Yet the older couple, though perhaps fragile in years-
Have a  nurtured solidity about them; "Till death do us part."

Through shared joys and heartaches
They possess a  Freedom in being themselves
 They remind me of  two strong, beautiful trees
Growing side by side, their branches telling a story
There is nothing lopsided about either one
They have grown strong and true-
Life Companions; "Till death do us part."

Looking upward, I see two geese
They fly with graceful precision, their wings in unity
They, too, are together; their relationship revealed in flight
Each is made stronger, because of the other
Life is filled with such opposites, every minute of each day
Perhaps this is the Unseen Hand of the Universe, asking -
Only for a time, or"Till death do us part?"

~Again, I think about the young couple;"Till death do us part"...

Alicia O'Hara
c..17 August, 2013 

~ Beannaichte'
20 May, 2015

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

"Lady in White"

She rides in her dreams
A gallant white horse
The snow it falls upon her
And melts in her remorse.

Not the pattern of Nature 
But the Dreams of her mind
Love now lost in distant miles
Again, she will find.

She rides to her castle
And steps from her mount
The Lady in White
Acclaiming this account.

A gentlemen caller
Holds out his hand
Asking her to follow
His masterly command.

His words they are so empty
She does not hear a sound
Her bed he will share tonight
Where silent loneliness is found.

She asks him to hold her
While she prays for quiet rest
But he leaves before the dawning
Now, his shadow her only guest.

He walks away so quietly
Not knowing what she feels
Pain is the price that she must pay
For the time the gentleman steals.

She knows that she is foolish
Sir Galahad doesn't ride anymore
The Lady mounts her white horse, again
As the gentleman walks out her door.

~Yes, she knows that she is foolish... 

Alicia O'Hara C.

5 May, 2015