At the End of the Year
The particular mind of the ocean
Filling the coastline’s longing
With such brief harvest
Of elegant, vanishing waves
Is like the mind of time
Opening us shapes of days.
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
The days when the veil lifted
And the soul could see delight;
When a quiver caressed the heart
In the sheer exuberance of being here.
Surprises that came awake
In forgotten corners of old fields
Where expectation seemed to have quenched.
The slow, brooding times
When all was awkward
And the wave in the mind
Pierced every sore with salt.
The darkened days that stopped
The confidence of the dawn.
Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.
We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.
John O’Donohue, Irish poet and
philosopher
Angela’s Song
Dolores Riordan
(Cranberries)
Rest with me
We’ll be warm and free to dream
Of all the things yet to come
For you my little one
Look up high and see
All the stars above you and me
They shine a light on all the things to come
For you my little one
Stay with me
Forget the cold streets of Limerick city
Let’s drift away and sing our song
And dream on and on
Lay with me
Let us sing a sweet melody
Of all the things yet to come
For you my little one
Look up high and see
All the stars above you and me
They shine a light on all the things to come
For you my little one
Look up high and see
All the stars above you and me
They shine a light on all the things to come
For you my little one
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