Poems & Selections

Irish Blessing 19

May the joys of today
Be those of tomorrow.
The goblets of life
Hold no dregs of sorrow.

By Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
When I am gone, release me. Let me go I have so many things to see and do You must not tie yourself to me with tears Be happy that we had so many years I gave you love, you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness I thank you for the […]
When I must leave you For a little while- Please do not grieve And shed wild tears And hug your sorrow to you Through the years, But start out bravely With a gallant smile; And for my sake And for my name Live on and do All things the same, Feed not your loneliness On […]
Here, a million wounded souls are yearning just to touch you and be healed; Gather all your people, and hold them to your heart. We remember how you loved us to your death, and still we celebrate, for you are with us here; And we believe that we will see you when you come, in […]