" Snow Girl"

"Wife, 

let us go into the yard behind 

and make a little

Snow Girl;

and perhaps she will come alive,

and be a little daughter for us."

"Husband,"

says the olde woman,

"there's no knowing what may be.

Let us go into the yard and make a little

Snow Girl."

***

Then one morning,

when the last of the Snow had melted,

she came to the olde couple and kissed them both.

"I must leave you now," she said.

"Why?" they cried.

"I am a child of the Snow.

I must go where it is cold."

"No! No!"  they cried.

"You cannot go!'

They held her close,

and a few drops of Snow fell to the floor. 

 Quickly she slipped from their arms 

and ran out the door.

"Come back!' they called.

"Come back to us!" 

***

As she gazed upon him,

Love...

filled every fiber of her being,

and she knew that was the Emotion

that she had been Warned against

by the

Spirit of the Wood.

Great Tears welled up in her eyes...

and suddenly

she began 

to

Melt.

~"Snegurochka",

translated by Lucy Maxym

~Beannaichte' 

29 January, 2017
  

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Vince Gill - Go Rest High On That Mountain

"Ode"

We

 are  the  Music-makers,

We  are  the Dreamers of  Dreams,

Wandering  by  Lone  Sea-breakers,

And  Sitting  by Desolate  Streams;

World-losers  and  World- forsakers,

On  whom  the Pale Moon  Gleams:

Yet  we  are  the Movers  and  the Shakers

Of  the World  forever, 

 it seems.  

With 

 wonderful   Deathless Ditties

We  Build  up  the  World's  great  Cities,

And  out  of  a  Fabulous Story

We  Fashion  an  Empire's  Glory:

One  man  with  a  Dream,  at  Pleasure,

Shall  go  Forth  and Conquer  a  Crown;

And  Three  with  a  new  Song's  Measure

Can  Trample  an  Empire 

 Down.

We, 

in  the  Ages  Lying

In  the  Buried  past  of  the  Earth,

Built  Ninevah  with  our  Sighing,

And   Babel   itself  With  our  Mirth; 

And  O'erthrew them  with Prophesying

To  the Olde  of  the New World's Worth;

For  Each  Age  is  a  Dream 

 that  is Dying,

Or  One that is Coming

to

Birth.

~Arthur O'Shaughnessy

(1844-1881)

~Beannaichte'

25 January, 2017

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"Shadow of Loss"

~ In Loving Memory of Sharon...

It

 is hard to sing

 of  Oneness when our world is not Complete,

when those who once brought Wholeness 

to our Life have gone,

and nothing but Memory

can fill the emptiness

their Passing leaves behind.

But Memory

can tell us only what we were,

in company

with those we Loved;

it can not help us find what each 

of us,

alone,

must now become.

Yet no one is really alone;

those who live no more echo still within

our Thoughts and Words,

and what they did is a part

 of what we have Become.

We do best homage to our dead

when we live  our lives most Fully,

even in the Shadow

of our

Loss.

~Jewish Prayer

~Beannaichte'

15 January, 2017

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"Fiction"

~ It

is said:

Fiction

is where

someone

gets to tell

the

Truth.

~ Unknown

~ Beannaichte'

5 January, 2017

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