" Return to Love"

~ Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our Light, that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?  Actually ,who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small does not serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you.  We are meant to Shine, as children do.  We were born to make manifest the Glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.  And as we let our own light Shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.  As we are liberated  from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

~ Marianne Williamson

U.S.A.

 

 ~ Beannaichte'

3 September, 2017

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"Vietnam"

...love knows not its own depth
until the hour of separation.

~Kahlil Gibran

The bond between us

was as strong as any tie that binds

the hearts and minds of men and women.

But men are taught,

Don't speak of love,

when speaking of another man.

You must uphold the image

of your masculinity.

And so it was, with Tom and me.

As only men express their love,

he'd slug my arm and slap my back.

I'd answer with a gentle shove.

A few years back, Tom breathed his last,

somewhere in Vietnam.

I cried alone, where no men could see,

with no one there to slug my arm.

I loved that guy, so help me God.

I wish that I had told him so.

~Randy Jaroch

U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'

5 August, 2017

~ In Memory of Jim Connor.  ~ Safe Journey, my friend.  ~ We Remember... We Remember.

" Great Plains Prayer "

Bless us, Oh Lord, 

and this our Jell-O. Our corn,

and steaks and kolaches.

Our heat indexes. Our wind chills.

Our sunsets and horizons.

Our endless waves of grain and grass.

Our ancestors who started out

for the coast but stopped half-way.

Our nostalgia for their calico,

their sod, their olde homesteads.

Our denial of the meth labs

that have taken their place.

Bless our perseverance.

Our unerring politeness.

Our red state politeness

and our white, white bread.

Bless our dubious status

as tornado alley or flyover zone

and bless all those who fly over,

as well as those of us who, out of

choice or necessity or inertia -

forgive us, we know not why  or what

we've done - but, by God, stayed.

~ Grace Bauer

(1952-    ) 

U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'

17 July, 2017

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"Pessimist"

Pessimist:

One who,

when He has the Choice

of two Evils,

chooses both.

~Oscar Wilde

(1854-1900)

Ireland

~ Beannaichte'
11 July, 2017


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"A Writer"

~ Becoming

the

 reader

is the

essence

of

becoming

a 

writer.

                                          ~ John O'Hara

                              
Beannaichte'


Alicia O'Hara
6 July, 2017


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"Two Words"

LISTEN & SILENT

have the same letters.

Coincidence?

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

10 May, 2017

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" The Red Bird Sings"

~ No sun outlasts the sunset
           But will rise again
                                    And bring the Dawn. 

 ~ Maya Angelou 

The day is lovely, I climb the hill ...

A grave marker gleaming in the afternoon sun
Your name, oh so familiar and true
I reach  for the top of the stone, to steady myself, and you are there
I trace the letters with my heart and hand
 Realising, you live on in each heart that loves you -
And the red bird sings.


Your life; so much more than mere words chiseled in stone...

The view, one  so reminiscent of you

Age-olde trees, settled in a peaceful ravine

Teaming with the glories of Nature; each one, you held so dear
Yours  is a special room in a safe corner of my Heart
Never to forget you -

 And the red bird sings.

As I ascend the hill, it seems a difficult climb...

 I remember how often you walked 

When little oxygen was given you

 Your body incredibly stressed

Yet, you were determined to give each step your absolute best

I will give you no less -

 And the red bird sings.

Your  husband, now buried next to you...

Following you, nine months later
To the Great Unknown;

I guess it is the way it was meant to be
Perhaps those were his wishes, as to be with you
You never liked being away from each other -
And the red bird sings.

I bring nothing in my hands...

Yet, my Heart is full
So many thoughts and emotions
Now, seeping through porous grief
A grief that we often bore, together

We were always a part of each other's healing -
And the red bird sings.


  I turn to make my descent ...

I see you clearly in the afternoon sun
You are happy; I sense the joy in your smile
Your hand steady upon my shoulder
As you point me to my family;
Our family-
And the red bird sings.

  ~ For your love and prayers, always... Thank You!
 The red bird sings.

Alicia O'Hara
c. 31 May, 2014


~ Beannaichte'
16 May, 2017
  

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