A Little Girl's Prayer, by Lilian Healy

The lights are on the tree
The presents are all wrapped
Now I say my christmas prayer

Thank you God for Mammy

Thank you God for Daddy
Thank you God for my brothers and sisters

And most of all

Thank you God
For the lovely bike.

midnight

The moon trapped in the topmost branches.

prayer

Jesus may your peace be in the world.

Lord may we be your peace in the world.

special guest blogger william wordsworth

a power is passing from the earth

to breathless nature's dark abyss

but when the great and good depart

what is it more than this

that man who is from God sent forth

doth yet again to God return

such ebb and flow must ever be

then wherefore should we mourn

fragments of an emily dickinson poem found in my mother's diary

The bustle in a house,

The morning after death

Is solemnist of industries

Enacted upon earth.

 

The sweeping of the heart

And putting love away

We shall not want to use again

Until eternity.

my mother's joy

 

special guest artist annie fagan

for Lil

 

To see you   Surreal, unreal Jigs, reels, time heals On my knees Praying, pleading If only I could see you again   Sun down, moon up Day slipping away Heart heavy, throat shut I'd breathe If only I could see you   Jet planes, October rain There you are in your picture frame Humbled am I A tot again If only I could see   They ask where you went Ryan, John and Kían You are here and everywhere The little ones want to know If only I could   Real joy is knowing Love, the answer I'd remember everything you said If only   You did not take, nor ask You gave To one, to all The original mother Buddha My life's blessing You   Annie