[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

Enjoy your Saturday!!!

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[NicknamedBob]

Candle

I took out my little candle,
And cut the flame in half,
A half a flame lasts longer,
But I think I hear you laugh.

"You cannot have a half a flame,
It is, or it is not."
If so, perhaps it may explain,
The half a soul I've got.

I know it isn't fully there,
So much escapes my ken,
Where others saw the Hand of God,
I see it's gone again.

Though I can feel the longing,
A wish to be a part,
The only thing I feel for sure,
Is emptiness of heart.

And so, a half a soul have I,
Perhaps I need a mate,
Who fills in for the other half,
My better half, my fate.

Or somehow, understanding,
That has escaped me hence,
Oh let it flood into this hole,
Dear Lord, let it commence!

Could I go back now to the place,
Where souls are matched to men,
To ask if somehow what I have,
May be traded back again?

No doubt I'd learn I must make do,
With what my lot should be,
Though seeds may vary in their size,
My growth is up to me.

NicknamedBob . . . . March 14, 2009

[jaycee]

Love your darling kitties graphic, Conor.

[JustAmy]

Happy Caturday, Conor.
Thank you for bringing that basket of cute kitties today.

We are happy to see you. You were missed last week.

Have a restful weekend.

[yorkie]

Spring (Vivaldi Four Seasons)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSw7CcAXPWk

[Lady Jag]

Sun and Shadow

As I look from the isle, o'er its billows of green, To the billows of foam-crested blue, Yon bark, that afar in the distance is seen, Half dreaming, my eyes will pursue: Now dark in the shadow, she scatters the spray As the chaff in the stroke of the flail; Now white as the sea-gull, she flies on her way, The sun gleaming bright on her sail. Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun,-- Of breakers that whiten and roar; How little he cares, if in shadow or sun They see him who gaze from the shore! He looks to the beacon that looms from the reef, To the rock that is under his lee, As he drifts on the blast, like a wind-wafted leaf, O'er the gulfs of the desolate sea. Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves Where life and its ventures are laid, The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves May see us in sunshine or shade; Yet true to our course, though the shadows grow dark, We'll trim our broad sail as before, And stand by the rudder that governs the bark, Nor ask how we look from the shore! Oliver Wendell Holmes