The Stars Fight For Us
Are the stars angels?
Do the Heavens fight for us? … More The Stars Fight For Us
Are the stars angels?
Do the Heavens fight for us? … More The Stars Fight For Us
Winter is coming. Clocks have turned back. Dark are the evenings. Seasonal Affective Disorder looms. I double-up my daily dosage of Vitamin D.
Be a listener in woods;
Be a gazer at stars;
Be blind where secrets are concerned;
Be silent in a wilderness; … More Advice from King Cormac
“Again, Papa, please, please, again!” … More A Poem for National Tell A Fairy Tale Day
The wind is howling through the winter night,
Like to a pack of angry wolves that cry. … More The Wind is Howling Through The Winter Night
Who is the woman pursued by Poe in his acrostic Valentine poem? … More Poe’s Valentine
Burst, O sea, on the sands of the shore!
Scream aloud. Fling up your wild arms white.
Grovel, and shriek to the strong wind’s roar;
Peal up your cry through the pitiless night. … More My Love is Mine
“Thou angel of God who hast charge of me, [be] round about me this night,” … More Guarded and Guided
It’s Good Friday on the Orthodox calendar, and I give you a short poem from Kuno Meyer’s Ancient Irish Poetry. The Crucifixion At the cry of the first bird They began to crucify Thee, O cheek like a swan! It were not right ever to cease lamenting— It was like the parting of day from … More Ancient Irish Poetry: The Crucifixion
“When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under . . .” – Matthew 2:16. The horrors of mass infanticide, as felt by the Irish and translated by Kuno Meyer … More Mothers Lament the Slaughter of the Innocents, an Irish Poem