"Daughter of the Wind"

~To know the road ahead,

ask someone who is returning.

 

There are no spoken words, this night
 My thoughts are in a tangle

 Another night of stirring the ashes

  A  new flame, yet to arise

 I begin to recognise a new-found clarity
One that I choose to befriend-

a daughter of the wind.

Life presses down 

Its complexity overwhelms me, I must go to the Quiet 
A place that is intrinsic to my knowing

I find the primitive, yet familiar language
 Passed on to me, from the olde ones
Laying hold of me, with a firm grasp- 
a daughter of the wind.

I continue to contemplate the ashes

I stir them with absolute and trusted force

Knowing a flame will burst forth;

Brilliant in its Hope and Direction
 The Way  requires a concentrated focus

I clear the stones, strewn onto the Path- 
a daughter of the wind.

At times, I stumble and grow weary
The roots of the past exercise unyielding power
Their grip is tenacious; I continue onward
In movement, I find a rhythm that frees me
From the confines of the past
It is as it ought to be-
a daughter of the wind.


Then I see You, walking on the road
Your smile is welcoming, your eyes incredibly wise
You are the One, returning
I want to know how you made the Journey
What are the Lessons you carry closest to your Heart?
A Voice echoes; down through the corridors of the ages-
a daughter of the wind.


I sense you know the Way
You have made the Journey,  returning stronger
Life requires that we face our fears; the unknowing 
The Torch is passed on: one generation to the next
Your steps were not without pain;  the exacted price of  Glory-
I meet my Mother; a daughter of the wind. 

~ The Flame casts a brilliance... older than Time.     

~ Alicia O'Hara
~ Copyrighted Material; 13 December, 2013

~ Beannaichte'
9 February, 2022

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"The Rhythm of Time"

There is an inner thing in every man,

Do you know this thing my friend?

It has withstood the blows of a million years,

And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist,

And it grew up out of Life;

It cut down evil's strangling vines,

Like a slashing, searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of men;
Tempering leadened Hearts to steel,
From the Time that Time began.


It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss;
It screeched in writhing agony,
And  hung bleeding from the Cross.

It died in Rome by lion and sword;
And in defiant cruel array;
When the deathly word was "Spartacus",
Along the Apian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
And frightened lord and king;
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e'er a living thing.

It smiled in Holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of olde;
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the olde Bastile;
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel. 

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain;
Its Heart was buried at Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it  knelt upon the ground;
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every Light of Hope,
It knows no bounds nor space;
It has risen in Red and Black and White,
It is there in every Race.

It lies in the Hearts of Heroes dead,
It screams in tyrant's eyes;
It has reached the peaks of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.

It  Lights the Dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might;
It is "The Undauntable Thought", my friend,
That thought that says, "I'm right."

~ Bobby Sands
Ireland

~ Beannaichte'
26 January, 2022

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"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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