"One Solitary Life"

He
 was born in an obscure village

The child of a peasant woman

He grew up in another obscure village

Where He worked in a carpenter shop

until He was thirty.

He never wrote a book

He never held an office

He never went to college

He never visited a big city

He never traveled more than two hundred miles 

From the place where He was born

He did none of these things

Usually associated with greatness

He had no credentials but himself.

He was only thirty three.

His friends ran away

One of them denied him

He was turned over to his enemies

And went through the mockery of a trial

He was nailed to a Cross between two thieves

While dying his executioners gambled for his clothing

The only property He had on earth.

When He was dead

He was laid in a borrowed grave

Through the pity of a friend.

And today Jesus is the central figure

of the human race

And the leader of mankind progress

All the armies that have ever marched

All the navies that have ever sailed

All the parliaments that have ever sat

All the kings that ever reigned put together

Have not affected the life of mankind on earth -

As powerfully, as that

One Solitary Life.

~ Dr. James Allan/ c.1926 

~ Beannaichte'
26 December, 2021

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" Christmas Thoughts"

 

     ~  I am thinking of you today because it is Christmas , and I wish you happiness.

And tomorrow, because it will be the day after Christmas, I shall still wish you happiness. 

      ~ I may not be able to tell you about it every day, because I may be far away or we

 may be very busy.      

         But that makes no difference - my thoughts and wishes are with you just the same.                . 

~   Whatever joy or success comes to you will make  me glad.

    ~   Clear through the year...I wish you the Spirit of Christmas. 

                ~  Van Dyke

               

 

                                                         ~ Beannaichte' 

                    

           Alicia O'Hara                   

                                                        25 December, 2021

 

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"The Advent Wreath"

Four Candles slowly burned.

The ambiance was so soft,

one could almost hear them talking...

The First Candle said:

"I am Peace." 

"The World is full of anger and fighting,

Nobody can keep me lit."

Then the flame of Peace went out, completely. 

 

Then the Second Candle said:

"I am Faith."

"I am no longer indispensable.

It doesn't make sense that I stay lit another moment."

Just then, a soft breeze softly blew out Faith's flame.

Sadly, a Third Candle began to speak:

"I am Love."

People don't understand my importance,

so they simply put me aside.

They even  forget to Love those who are nearest to them.

I haven't the strength to stay lit."

And, waiting no longer,

Love's flame went out.

Suddenly,

a Child entered the room

and saw the Three unlit Candles.

"Why aren't you burning?

You're supposed to stay lit until the end."

Saying this, the Child began to cry.

Then the Fourth Candle answered:

"Don't be afraid, I am Hope.

While I am still burning,

We can light the other Candles."

With shining eyes,

The Child took the Candle of Hope

and lit the other Candles.

The Flame of Hope should never

go out from your Life.

...and with Hope

each of us can live a Life with

Peace, Faith and Love !

~ Unknown

~ Beannaichte'
7 December, 2021

~ Together, the flame of Hope burns brightly...

    In Peace, Faith and Love!  

~ May this  Advent Season  bring  Blessings, secured in  the flame of Hope,  to you, and yours.
 ~  Beannaichte'   
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"Seasons"

It happens,

overnight the seasons change.

And expected as the change may be,

it nonetheless surprises me,

to wake and find the summer's slipped away.

It happens,

overnight people change,

I tell you this because I love you,

and to love you is to live in fear.

The fear that I'll awake and find

the seasons and your feelings

changing.

~ Randy Jaroch

U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'

20 November, 2021

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"West Texas Waltz"

He was a honky tonk hero

She was the West Texas Rose

He had his hands clenched in hatred

She made the sweet flowers grow.

They met on a Saturday evening

At a place called the "Last Chance Saloon"

Her hand in his stopped the trembling

When he laughed as they danced

 cross the room.

The jukebox was playing a beautiful song

A tune called the "West Texas Waltz"

And it seemed like the whole world 

was dancing along

With the music controlling it all.

Away, come away from that window

Come lay down beside me awhile

You know I stepped out of the shadows

To walk in the Warmth of your Smile.

Nobody knows me like you do

You changed me and made me a man

I gave up the life of an outlaw

The day that you gave me your hand.

 He was a honky tonk hero

She was the West Texas Rose

They met on a Saturday evening

 She made the sweet flowers grow.  

~ Billy Joe Shaver
U.S.A.


~ Beannaichte'
  20 November, 2021

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Ballad of a Runaway Horse (EmmyLou Harris)

Mary Black - Song for Ireland

" The Mist"

I am wondering if you can find me

I am lost in the Mist

You have  crossed over the Veil

~ And I miss you.

Yet, you are with me...

Sometimes I hear your Laughter

 I remember the happy times

~ And I miss you.

I am wondering if you can see me

Then I would know, I am not Lost-
 Traveling inner landscapes of Grief    

~ And I miss you.

Yet, you are with me...

Sometimes I see you in my Dreams

I wonder if we share the dreams, together

~ And I miss you.

I am wondering if I will always miss you

Maybe, I am not really Lost-

I am just lonely, in the Mist 

~ And I miss you.

Yet, you are with me...

Sometimes I feel your Touch

Your hand upon my shoulder

~ And I miss you.

I wonder if I will stop missing you

Will you think, I have forgotten you

 Love is never lost or forgotten

~ And I miss you.

Please find me in the Mist

And let me Know, it is all right

To not miss you, so deeply

Tell me ~ You are with  me.

Alicia O'Hara 

Copyrighted Material ; 3 August, 2013 


~ Beannaichte'
3 July, 2021
    

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"The Invitation"

It 

doesn't interest me 

what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for,

 and if you dare to dream

of meeting your Heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how olde you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for Love,

for your Dreams,

for the adventure of being alive.

 It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.

I want to know if you have Touched the centre 

of your own Sorrow,

if you have been opened by Life's betrayals

or have become shriveled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know 

if you can sit with pain,

mine or your own,

without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know 

if you can be with Joy,

mine or your own,

if you can dance with Wilderness

and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your

fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,

be realistic,

or to remember the limitations 

of being Human.

It doesn't interest me if the story

 you're telling me is true.

I want to know

if you can disappoint  another to be True to yourself;

if you can bear the accusation of betrayal

and not betray

Your own Soul.

~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer

~ Beannaichte'
15 June, 2021
 
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