The Summer Day

“The Summer Day”
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

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Brighid’s Kiss

Sung by Triniti
Songwriters: Gerry O’connor / Eithne Ni Uallachain
Lyrics
Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid)
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland)
Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands)
Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)
Lóchrann geal na Laighneach
(The bright torch of Linster)
A’ soilsiú feadh na tíre (Shining throughout the land)
Cean ar óghaibh Éireann (The pride of all Irish women)
Ceann na mban ar míne
(The pride of women for gentleness)
Tig an geimhreadh dian dubh (Comes the hard dark winter)
A’ gearradh lena ghéire (Cutting with it’s severity)
Ach ar Lá ‘le Bríde (But on St. Brighids Day)
Gar dúinn earrach Éireann (The Irish spring is near to us)
Brighid of the sunrise
Rising in the morning
Rising with the springtime
Greening all the land
See you in the soft cloud
See you in the raindrop
See you in the winds of change
Blowing through the land
You the red eared white cow
Nourishing the people
Nourish now the hunger
Souls longing in our land
Bird that is unfolding
Now the time’s upon us
Only have we eyes to see
Your Epiphany
Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid)
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland)
Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands)
Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)
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OTHERS

#58 Ring Out Wild Bells

 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild, wild sky,
the flying cloud, the frosty light:
the year is dying in the night;
ring out, wild bells, and let it die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
ring, happy bells, across the snow:
the year is going, let it go;
ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
for those that here we see no more;
ring out the feud of rich and poor;
ring in redress to humankind.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
the civic slander and the spite;
ring in the love of truth and right;
ring in the common love of good.

NOTES

http://farfringe.com/stlt58-ring-out-wild-bells/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ring_Out,_Wild_Bells

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For Weddings And Funerals (Dead Man’s Bones)

Song: “Dead Man’s Bones”
Album: Dead Man’s Bones, 2009
Artist: Dead Man’s Bones

Dig a hole,
in the middle of the street.
Dig it down,
Six feet deep.

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.
Dressed in their best clothes,
there are rows and rows and rows,

Of dead man’s bones!
I’m talkin’ ’bout dead man’s bones!
Wherever you go,
take a look at your feet,
and down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!

Bones! Bones! Bones, bones, bones, bones!

Dig ’em up,
Take ’em home
They’ve been livin’
Six feet deep!

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.
Take a look at your feet,
and down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!

In the basement!
In the schoolhouse!
In the pavement!
In the water!
It’s a sound, (underground!)
there’s a sound! (underground!)
Six feet deep!

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.

Wherever you go,
take a look at your feet
down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!
Bones! Bones! Bones, bones, bones, bones!

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Solstice Song

Song by Denise Jordan Finley

I heard your voice upon the wind
As northerly it came
Now I see your face again
As you call out your name

When I feel your frosty breath
Tears will fall like snow
Who will melt your heart of ice
Who can only know

The musky scent of earth’s decay
Hangs heavy on the breeze
Breezes turn to winds one day
And rock the very trees

When you rage through rusty woods
Leaves will fall like rain
Who can calm your heart so cruel
Who can only name

When the ring around the moon
Lends beauty to the night
Planets circle round the sun
And bask in borrowed light

If a taste of spring should wake
What winter white would quell
Who can own the mystery
Who can only tell

She is Crone

She Is Crone

By Kellianna ©2010
Vocal and Frame Drum: Kellianna
Djembe and percussion: Tina Horn

She is teacher and experience
She is wisdom, She is Crone

She stirs the cauldron of all knowledge
She is the bringer of death and rebirth

In the darkness the time of Samhain
In the dreamtime she sits and stirs

She will lead you to your dark mind
And at the crossroads she’ll be your guide

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