Poems & Selections

Irish Blessing 18

May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.

Since it falls unto my lot, That I should rise and you should not, I’ll gently rise, and I’ll softly call, “Good night and joy be with you all.”
by Keith Michael Phelan Never say goodbye to love, And let it pass away, And always hold me in your heart, And think of me each day. For my love is always with you From now until the end, For moments shared will never die, And true love shall transcend.
And He will raise you up on eagles’ wings Bear you on the breath of dawn Make you to shine like the sun And hold you in the palm of His hand.
by Jodi Picoult This is what I like about photographs, they’re proof that once, even just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.