A short bit of bad poetry before the blessings!!
It is Christmas Eve and all through the blog,
not a typist is stiring,
The net is agog,
Then suddenly arose with such a clatter,
Twelve tiny Vixens,
in heels and full of naughty chatter,
Rest well dear reader,
Holiday Parties soon will cease,
and we can all return to writing in peace....
Just an off the cuff riff so read it and smile,
then browse thes pages a bit or awhile,
I hope you find pleasure in my style,
I write for thee, the favorite channel on my dial.
Merry Christmas....
Celtic Blessings and Prayers: "You are the peace of all things calm
You are the place to hide from harm
You are the light that shines in dark
You are the heart's eternal spark
You are the door that's open wide
You are the guest who waits inside
You are the stranger at the door
You are the calling of the poor
You are my Lord and with me from ill
You are the light, the truth, the way
You are my Saviour this very day.
celtic oral tradition - 1st millennium"
Peace, Veritas....
Thursday, December 23, 2010
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