|An Old Irish Blessing|
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
|Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep|
|Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there… I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow… I am the diamond glints on snow… I am the sunlight on ripened grain… I am the gentle autumn rain. When you waken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of gentle birds in circling flight… I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry— I am not there… I did not die…|
Photos taken by my sister, Renae, on a visit to Ireland. Thanks, Renae!
Wear Your Green! Happy St. Patrick’s Day ♥