on bended knee I beg the dark for what is yet to be when loss robs me of my heart with lies to block my eyes a truth in serenity awaits that embrace of shadows of the past and longings not yet seen of earthly delights; it hides within the quiet corners with dreams shot thru in the morning light magnolia memories embrace me within … Continue reading Magnolia Blooms
it just feels good to cry to lay my grief down and acknowledge from blue day sunshine that muddled path behind the hazy way ahead; quiet moments within released and wet my weary mind on bloodrooted walkways under long shadows down thru that swampy mill and up along the grey paved way underneath that sky but I cry for things which are lost for that … Continue reading somedays
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear the lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. W.B. Yeats [Irish writer and statesman (1865-1939)] CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
it is quiet; now all bird chatter and sunshine and the morning light Continue reading after the rush
May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks. May your heart be as light as a song. May each day bring you bright happy hours That stay with you all year long. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Sitting on the front porch this morning, on the front little stoop, smoking my cylinder of sin; This canine at my feet. Within a patch of sun, I massaged her toes. Bliss Tis this moment. When rain finally gives way, and the dawn brings the light, I rise. I wake with the sun, As the night sheds it mantel. She is good, this one. She … Continue reading The Best Grief Counselors have Four Legs
Lov’d land of the bards and saints! To me There’s nought so dear as thy minstrelsy; Bright is Nature’s every dress, Rich in unborrowed loveliness; Winning is every shape she wears, Winning is she in thy own sweet airs… Thomas Furlong Irish Poet ( 1794-1827) CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
A Blessing for You and Yours this Easter Sunday Bless the four corners of this house, and be the lintel blessed. Bless the hearth and bless the board, and bless each place of rest. And bless the door that opens to strangers as to kin, And bless each shining window that lets the sunlight in. Bless the oak tree overhead, Bless every sturdy wall, and … Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
joy that springs forth from dry, sad eyes in moments of life it drifts down empty shores across the abyss of goodbyes aloft it soars capturing wind into the heart from the streamful bliss of joy that plies our soul with stars in twinkling energy then gone, like desire the waves awash on nightly deeds a creed of spontaneity This post is part of the … Continue reading Gladful Tears
Far dearer to me than the tones music yields, Is the lowing of the kine and the calves in her fields And sunlight that shone long ago on the shields Of the Gaels, on the fair hills of Eire, O James Clarence Mangan Irish Poet (1803-1849 CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Grandma N was born on a tobacco farm in Eastern North Carolina in 1922. I have written about her previously in “She Walked in Beauty“. In 1994 she sent me up a file with a bunch of her poems she had written over her lifetime. Inside are hand drawn sketches to accompany the poems, which I will include with each piece. The first I wanted … Continue reading Poetry & Drawings of my Carolina Grandma
i am lost in this labyrinth of past and future standing here on the brink of lakes and bonfires sidewalks and fumes sucking in a mirage of smoke on this unstable barge of home the contents of my life strewn about in bags and barns on the banks of a raging river that swamps my island pulling at my spirit towards a vast ocean of uncertainty where emotions are blocked and dull tears … Continue reading on the brink
by PaulaB 