When orders take you to the front line and you never return, we hold memory high. Longingly we watch flags ride raging winds in the home of the brave. Our rising emotions ride those same winds season after season at the mere mention of your precious name, in switch of seasons, on any named holiday. […]
In May soft breezes blow. M e m o r i e s ebb and flow. Hearts swell. Stories do tell. Soldiers come and go. Flags ripple in air, elevate spirit’s care. Hearts do swell; stories retell. Pride and honor we share.
Ireland, May 25, 2018 I heard the news today, poor boy You will not see the sunlight, Will never hold a toy Not born once, won’t be born again Can you be born to God Who will not be born to men? I don’t suspect they’ll raise a cairn […]
Love, what gain will you be making If, despairing, I’m forsaking You ……. Guillaume duc d’Aquitaine, 11th C Evening brings the moon glinting through some netted vine; and with my own, her restlessness seems to intertwine. It’s time to ply my needle and pierce the fine cloth. Hoop-bound, it soon flutters […]
He looked a little warmer with a blanket on his hide. but eyes just barely open though, the poor old grey he sighed. “You’ve earned your oats this evening mate,” I spoke to him aloud. “Today you showed real courage boy, I couldn’t feel more proud.” The last good rains had been and gone […]
Two young children stood still by a window to watch heavy rain. One spoke sympathetically, “Ooh, I feel sorry for the person who has to walk home today. What will they do in all this?” The other seriously exclaimed, “Oh, no, let’s worry about God. Look how much He’s crying.”
This poem was written before and during a taped viewing of the royal wedding. Headlines in google first read that Poet Laureate, Carol Ann Duffy, did not issue a poem to commemorate the event; and that it might be assumed, she would not.. Though she did come through with a pieced entitled, “The Long Walk”, […]
pastures are not the same piles in pastures are not the same scents from piles in pastures are not the same
You may roam from store to store attempting to find it, second glancing each shelf from ceiling to floor, revisit shops to search more. That selling place which you search leads you back to start. That precious gift is within you – Start Here– it’s your compassionate heart.