RSSBeannachtái na feile Padraig agat!
Mar 17
Holidays Ireland, Irish, Padraig, Patrick, St. Patrick's Day No Comments
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Six Nations 2010 – Ireland v. Wales
Mar 13
Rugby Ireland, Rugby, Six Nations, Wales No Comments
Ireland wins over Wales, 27 – 12!
Six Nations 2010 – Ireland vs. England
Feb 27
Rugby England, Ireland, Rugby, Six Nations No Comments
Ireland wins over England, 20-16!!!
Fotography Friday – Connemara
Feb 26
Fotography Friday Connemara, Gaeltacht, Ireland, Irish No Comments
Fotography Friday – Powerscourt
Feb 19
Fotography Friday Beauty, Ireland, Powerscourt, Wicklow Mountains No Comments
Photographic Poetry – “A Short Story of the Witness of the Rocks”
Feb 13
Photographic Poetry Death, Glendalough, Graves, Ireland, Lament, Mountains, Praise, Rocks No Comments
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| For eons long I’ve seen the stewards of the world live cruel, rebellious lives The irony’s not lost on my as still I stand while all of they with good, divine responsibility have felt the weight of their rebellion claim the life that they were granted by their kind, Creator King For me and all my brethren tall are groaning quite majestically as we experience effects of sins of little men although we try with all our given strength to sing the praise of He who fashioned us when life was young, before the birth of all humanity But in the death of He who my Creator sent, the little men, my stewards small, have found the only hope to live for all eternity, when sky and ground are made anew, when wickedness has disappeared and they are free from sin’s effects, in sweet communion with my Good, Creator King |
Photographic Poetry – “A Short Story on the Ravages of Time”
Feb 09
Photographic Poetry Death, Ireland, Rock of Cashel, Time, Worship No Comments
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| The gnarled ravages of time have worked their foul and terrifying magic, most insidiously thorough in their deconstructing work Where once were Keeps and Bastions tall and fiercely bright now meekly stand defiant stones in dying rest, poor serfs of time, that cruel exacting lord I long have lain upon this Rock, though once I lived upon the peak of warm, inviting halls, where members of humanity brought worship to their God above, where Kings and Monarchs once ruled o’er all the green, pastoral lands near round about, where now a recollection floats in time and space, remembering the golden days of mirthful joy gone softly, slowly by And still that cold, unfeeling lord is marching on with I myself a slave unto its cruel and hateful work |
