Monthly Archives: March 2017

Go, the Mass is Upended

Go, the Mass is ended, secret children no more
Evil works uncovered
As it’s now reported to you.

Go, the Mass is ended,Tuam now tell
the world
These lives undone, the time has come
These children harmed no one.

Go, the Mass is ended, secret children no more
We promise your Mammies loved you
You were always stolen from them.

Go, the Mass is ended, evil of the cloth,
You imprisoned light, from them robbed life
Now Justice must be served.

Go, the Mass is ended, hearts break across our land
Give these women courage
Spread the word, we’re coming for you.

Go, the Mass is ended, leave no stone unturned
This day is yours, unearth that world
Institute of fear now burn.

An Peann

In memory of the almost 800 children found in Tuam. My family’s thoughts are with every woman who was imprisoned in a Mother and Baby home in Ireland during those dark times, my heart breaks for you, you did nothing wrong.
You carried life,sadly life was stolen from you. You were wronged by the hands of evil. Thank you Catherine Corless (Local Historian) for revealing the truth.
For the sisters of no mercy, you never nursed the sick to dying, you murdered them with neglect. Your God is waiting for you.

 

Love Will Never Leave You Hungry

Mam! I turned quickly when I heard him call.
He waved the shiny wrapped package in the air. He walked out onto the road and handed me the forgotten bread. I squeezed him tightly, kissed his cheek and the top of his head. He went back inside knowing today I would be fed.
It is usually a Mother who feeds a child, today the role reversed and it made my spirit smile. Nine years old already serving nourishment.
It’s comforting to know
That Love Will Never Leave You Hungry.

An Peann
For the son of An Peann, an always giving little spirit. X

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Mostly you get exactly what you picked.

The best looking choice in the box can leave a bitter taste in your mouth, so you spit it out, with discretion.

There are so many choices to choose from.
You have your eye on the ones you want.
You watch friends and family pick from the box and think ‘I want to taste what they have tasted’.

You deserve to taste all the delights a good choice can bring.

Remember we all taste things differently, a good choice for one can be catastrophic for another. Choose wisely.

The box of choice will never empty. The top layer may have choices removed over time, those empty spaces can taunt us if we let them or liberate us, we get to choose.

The box of choices is with us everyday. Sometimes we may decide to leave them alone, take no risks, make no choices.

Making few choices can lead us to co dependence. We can lick on the coat tails of other peoples choices, but we will never experience the sweet taste of our own success.

There are layers of choices in the box. You have a lifetime to make your way through them.
Remember your choices are your own, only you have the right to taste them, the power to break them and the reason to forsake them.

Life is like a box of Choices.
Mostly you get exactly what you pick.
Choose well.

An Peann

The Orchestra of Life

There are so many sections to the Orchestra.

The Strings which can pull on our hearts like the people we share our lives with.

Percussion beats the rhythm of life, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

The Wind section plays the soundtrack of emotions. We can feel the intensity of love, life, fear and sadness like the oboe playing over the landscape of our time.

The Ivories of the Grand Piano can tickle our lives with resonance when we hear the score of our hopes played for the first time.

Each person in our life will play a different instrument. A different role. We will love and be loved because we recognise each other’s song.

Not everyone can accompany an Orchestra, there are the rare Songbirds who can.

I have heard one hush a crowded room with her haunting tones.

I have watched her love with a melody in her heart.
I have witnessed the beauty of her harmonies as she has flown through her life’s seasons.

Her laughter as infectious as a catchy song, you cannot help but sing or laugh along.

My Songbird is one of my most precious friends.
She has a voice so beautifully special, her sound was born to be sung.

Her name is Olivia and I will listen to her song until the end.

The Orchestra of Life would sound nothing without you my friend.

Happy Birthday little Songbird.

An Peann
Dedicated to Olivia Luc
Love you. Xxx

Situation Vacant

They sat looking blankly at each other.

Every century the position changed hands.

Tensely they sat around the circular surface.

‘Who’s turn is it?’, said the current keeper?

Silence fell amongst them, then they laughed.

‘ I think it’s time we went down’, said Cultivator.

‘We have wasted enough time watching them kill each other, we planted the seed of democracy thousands of years ago, yet recently it seems to have backfired again.’

Tactile crossed her five legs awkwardly, interrupting with a musical cough. ‘Very well, shall we send down some representatives to wake the Earthlings up?’

The glass room erupted with laughter. The general consensus was to stay out of unknowing planets affairs. Instead a watcher would monitor progress. Each century the situation would become vacant.

A new Keeper was required, yet not one species from any planet was willing to offer their services. Which is why a meeting was called.

Reason from the planet of the Misunderstood stood up offering some perspective.

‘Our people have lived through many debates, we fought arguments with counter arguments. Eventually our people lost their voices, now we communicate through actions. There is great peace in the silence, the new generations are learning to speak again. They speak with peace in their tone. Is it not better to let them fight it out? Learn to build up from the ruins of their mistakes?’

The keeper shook his heads.

‘I’m afraid I see a pattern emerging again. They have not learned from past mistakes. They are building buttons to press, which, I might add, could cause a ripple effect on other young planets. They want to build walls rather then break through barriers of hatred. They let innocent children die, instead of providing refuge. There are some who want to make the world better, they are few.’

Tactile rose and said ‘Let me see if I can affect their thinking, I will fill the vacant situation, I will take the seat of Keeper for one of their years. If I see any shaky hands about to press a button, we will turn off their power, take down their Wi-Fi connections and send down a universal intervention committee.’

‘How do you intend to affect their thinking?’ asked Reason.

‘ I will show them their true selves, every time they see their reflection, they will wince with pain if they cause it. They will feel happiness if they cause joy. They will become what they think. It’s a very hands-on approach but it should help them see who they really are’, said Tactile.

Reason understood Tactile’s thinking, though he feared there may not be many left on Earth after the year was up. ‘ You have the support of our planet’, said Reason. ‘Eventually every species must see themselves for what they have become.’

Tactile began her role as Keeper. She was determined to kick the ball of change into the Earth’s atmosphere with one of her many legs.

No longer was the Situation Vacant.

An Peann

 

The Rushing Man

The Rushing man was always in a hurry.
His time was tightly packed into each hour.
He worked hard, ate at his desk. He ran instead of walking.
The face he looked upon most was that of the clock. He wished he could hold her arms still to slow life down, but she kept on moving forward.

The Rushing Man had not time for friends.
He had not time to kiss his wife goodbye or tell his children he loved them.
A busy man has not time for himself.
He would try make time tomorrow, or the day after. Tomorrow never came.

The Rushing Man grew weary and grey.
He wanted to learn how to make some time.
Coming home from work one evening, he told his wife ‘ I want to invest my time in us again. I missed so much, but now I have the time to see that, I want to make amends.’

His wife smiled sadly at him ‘ you were so busy, we never had time to say goodbye. While you were rushing, I went and died. You were too busy to cry. You can come visit me, now you have time.’

He woke up the next morning with tears in his eyes. He rolled over and jumped with shock, when he seen his wife smile. He kissed her and held her with relief and delight.

The Rushing Man’s nightmare helped him see the light. He now has no time for rushing. He only has time for life.

An Peann