~ In a world that moves so quickly, I endeavor to offer a place to experience a brief respite, in your daily round. I welcome your comments, and appreciate your visit. ~ Mile buiochas!
~ Siochain De'agus Slainte'!
~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'
~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"...