Ernest Griffiths

☜♡☞ The Wings That Fly Us Home ☜♡☞

There are many ways of being in this circle we call life
A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night
Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine
☀
Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away
Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave
Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run
Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun
☀
I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow
I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind
I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower
I awoke with this: a flower in my hand
☀
I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one
In the brotherhood of creatures; who the father, who the son
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
☀
And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens
It fills the endless yearning of the soul
It lives within a star too far to dream of
It lives within each part and is the whole
☀
It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home
Fly us home, fly us home.

~ Words by Joe Henry, music by John Denver

_____@@@________@@@
____@@_@@____ @@_@@
___@@@_@@___@@_@@@
__@@_@@@@_@@@@_@@
_@@@@__@@_@@__@@@@
_@@_@@@_@_@_@@ @_@@
_@@@__@@____ @@__@@@
@@_@_@@______ @@_@_@@
@@@_@@________ @@_@@@
@@_@@____________@@_@@
@_@_@_____________ @_@_@
@@@_________________ @@@
@@_____________________@@
@_________________________@

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

2 weeks ago

$$$_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$0
_$________________0___-:|:-
$$$_______________0
_$________________0_______-:|:-
$$$_______________0
_$_______-:|:-______ $
$$$______________$$$___-:|:-
_$_____________$$$_$$$
$$$___________$$$___$$$________-:|:-
_$_____$$$$$$$$$_____$$$$$$$$$
$$$_____$$$___()_______()___$$$
_$_______$$$_$$$__()__$$$_$$$___-:|:-
$$$_____$$$__$$$_$$$_$$$__$$$
_$_____$$$$$$$$$_$$$_$$$$$$$$$
$$$__________$$$_$$$_$$$
_$_____________$$$_$$$____-:|:-
$$$____-:|:-_______ $$$
_$________________$___-:|:-

*✫* Christmas Secrets *✫*

Underneath a winter sky
a distant train sings out the miles.
So I imagine, it may be,
that every mile brings you to me.
A promise made may still come true,
so I am waiting here for you,
if you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?
*☾*
Christmas bells ring out their chimes,
I hear them echo through the miles,
and moonlight shines upon the road
and trembles on the fallen snow
I look into the midnight blue
So many stars I never knew.
If you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?
*☾*
I look into the midnight blue
So many stars I never knew.
If you don’t come, what will I do?
Who shall I tell my secrets to?

~ Sung by Enya, lyrics by Roma Ryan ~
Copyright Ⓒ2006 EMI

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

December 29, 2011

ჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓ

ღ LIFE is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
…~ Charles Feidelson, Jr.

ღ LOVE is the vital core of the soul, and of all you see, only love is infinite.
…~ Rumi

♥ ═ೋღ♥ ═ೋღ♥

ღ A Farewell ღ

FAREWELL, oh dream of mine!
I dare not stay;
The hour is come, and time
Will not delay:
Pleasant and dear to me
Wilt thou remain;
No future hour
Brings thee again.
❦
She stands, the Future dim,
And draws me on,
And shows me dearer joys—
But thou art gone!
Treasures and Hopes more fair,
Bears she for me,
And yet I linger,
Oh dream, with thee!
❦
Other and brighter days,
Perhaps she brings;
Deeper and holier songs,
Perchance she sings;
But thou and I, fair time,
We too must sever—
Oh dream of mine,
Farewell for ever!

~ Adelaide Anne Procter

ჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓ

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

November 26, 2011

______________$$__$$__$$__$$
________$$__$$__$$__$$__$$__$$
____$$__$$$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$$__$$
__$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$__$$
____$$__$$$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$$$__$$
$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$
__$$$$$$$$__$$$$$$__$$$$$$__$$$$$$$$
$$$$$$$$$$$$__$$$$__$$$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$
__$$$$$$$$$$$$__$$__$$__$$$$$$$$$$$$
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$__ ____$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
________________$$$$$$________________
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

♥ O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
♥ Our thoughts are boundless and our souls are free…

(Lord Byron)

ზზ*ზზ*ზზ*ზზ*ზზ

• ❤ • Sorrow • ❤ •

O thorn-crowned Sorrow, pitiless and stern,
I sit alone with broken heart, my head
Low bowed, keeping long vigil with my dead.
My soul, unutterably sad, doth yearn
Beyond relief in tears—they only burn
My aching eyelids to fall back unshed
Upon the throbbing brain like molten lead,
Making it frenzied. Shall I ever learn
To face you fearlessly, as by my door
You stand with haunting eyes and death-damp hair,
Through the night-watches, whispering solemnly,
“Behold, I am thy guest forevermore.”
It chills my soul to know that you are there.
Great God, have mercy on my misery!

(Katrina Trask)

___________________________
_______________________________
_____________$$$___$$$_________
____________$$$$$_$$$$$_________
___________$$$$$$$$$$$$$_______
___________$$$$$$$$$$$$$________
___________$$$$$$$$$$$$$_______
____________$$$$$$$$$$$_________
_____________$$$$$$$$$_________
______________$$$$$$$___________
_______________$$$$$___________
________________$$$_____________
_________________$_____________
_______________________________
_________________________

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

October 24, 2011

•:*:• ☆ •:*: •:*:• ☆ •:*: •:*:• ☆ •:*: •:*:• ☆ •:*:•:*:• ☆ •:*: •

~ The Different Stars ✰...✰

I could never have come to the present without you
remember that
from whatever stage we may again
watch it appear

with its lines clear
pain
having gone from there

so that we may well wonder
looking back on us here
what tormented us
what great difficulty invisible
in a time that by then looks simple
and is irrevocable

pain having come from there
my love
I tend to think of division as the only evil
when perhaps it is merely my own

that unties
one day the veins
one the arteries
that prizes less
as it receives than as it loses
that breaks the compasses
cannot be led or followed
cannot choose what to carry
into grief

even
unbinds will unbind
unbinds our hands
pages of the same story

what is it
they say can turn even this into wisdom
and what is wisdom if it is not
now
in the loss that has not left this place

oh if we knew
if we knew what we needed
if we even knew
the stars would look to us to guide them.

~ W.S Merwin ✰...✰

░░░░░░░╫
░░░░░╫ ██ ╫
░░░░╫ █▓▓█ ╫
╫ ███▓▓▓▓▓▓███ ╫
░╫ █▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█ ╫
░░╫ █▓▓▓▓▓▓█ ╫
░╫ █▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█ ╫
╫ ███▓▓▓▓▓▓███ ╫
░░░░╫ █▓▓█ ╫
░░░░░╫ ██ ╫
░░░░░░. ╫
░░░░░░░░

•:*:• ☆ •:*: •:*:• ☆ •:*: •:*:• ☆ •:*: •:*:• ☆ •:*:•:*:• ☆ •:*: •

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

October 16, 2011

*ღ..........….............*ღ*...........…............ღ*

♥ If We Never Meet Again ♥

(I will meet you on that beautiful shore)

Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey
And perhaps never meet anymore
Till we gather in heaven's bright city
Far away on that beautiful shore

If we never meet again this side of heaven
As we struggle through this world and its strife
There's another meeting place somewhere in heaven
By the side of the river of life

Where the charming roses bloom forever
And where separations come no more
If we never meet again this side of heaven
I will meet you on that beautiful shore

Oh they say we shall meet by the river
Where no storm clouds ever darken the sky
And they say we'll be happy in heaven
In the wonderful sweet by and by

If we never meet again...
(If we never meet again this side of heaven)
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
(Beautiful beautiful shore)

♥ Albert E. Brumley ♥

.* * . (\ *** /) * . *.*
.* . * ( \(_)/ ) * * .
.* . * (_ /|\ _) . *. *.*
.* . * . /___\ * . . * .
*. * . * . * . . * *.*.*

*ღ..........….............*ღ*...........…............ღ*

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

October 1, 2011

-۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰-

An old monk was once asked why he cared for ancient graves,
and why he cleaned the stones to preserve the writing carved there.

His reply was simple: “They still have their names. They will
always have their names.”

A life infused with love has consequences that reach beyond time
— ensuring that names, and places, and memories of what was,
still are, and always will be. They are not dead, can never die.

~ Gregory & Suzanne Wolfe

_________________$$$___$$$
_______$$$______$$$$$_$$$$$_______$$$
____$__$$$$$____$$$$$$$$$$$_____$$$$_$$
_____$_$$$$$_____$$$$$$$$$______$$$$$_$
__$$$$$$__$$$$____$$$$$$$_____$$$$__$$$$$$
____$$$$$$_________$$$$$__________$$$$$$
________$$__________$$$___________$$
_____________________$______________

-۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰----۰̮̑●̮̑۰-

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

September 10, 2011

☆

This world is not conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music,
But positive, as sound.

~ Emily Dickinson

.......*..............*
...*...........*............*
......*......./...\......*...........*
....____/._ .\____....*
....\ ... ___.\...\ ..../..*.......
..*. \ ./.../.....\.../.../............*
....../.\...\..__../_./\.....*
...../__\...\.._____\.......*
........*...\..... /...*.........*
......*...... \.../........*
...............*................*

Perplexed Music…☆

Experience, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fancy-land
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur ‘Where is any certain tune
Or measured music in such notes as these?’
But angels, leaning from the golden seat,
Are not so minded their fine ear hath won
The issue of completed cadences,
And, smiling down the stars, they whisper—SWEET.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

☆

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

August 27, 2011

___$$
_$$$$$$
_$$$$$$$$
_$$$_$$$$$___$
_$$____$$$$__$$_____$$
_$$$_____$$$_$___$$$$$
___$$$$$___$$$$$$$$$$
__$$$$$$$__$$$___$$$___________________$$$
_$$_______$$$___$$$__________________$$$$$$
$$_______$$$_$$$$_____________$____$$$$$$$$
$$$$$$$$$$$__$$_______________$___$$$$___$$
_$$$$$$__$$__$$_______$$$_____$__$$$$____$$
_________$$$$$________$$$$$$__$_$$______$$$
_______________________s$$$$$_$$$___$$$$$$
_________________________$$___$$$__$$__$$$$
__________________________$$$__$$$_______$$$
____________________________$$$__$$$$_____$$
_____________________________$$_$$_$$$$$$$$
_______________________________$$$$$___$$$$
________________________________$$$$

☜♡☞ Dancing With Angels ☜♡☞

It’s just so hard to believe
All I have to hold is your memory
From this side of the clouds all I see is grief
But on the other side I know you’re free
And you’re dancing, dancing with angels.

Somewhere just out of my reach
You’re keeping heavenly company
When I’m feeling lonely it’s for myself I cry
‘Cause there aren’t any tears in paradise
When you’re dancing, dancing with angels.

I can almost hear your laughter
See the fullness of your joy
Knowing that you’re present with the Lord
And though today I miss you I know the day will come
When every believer will behold the Son
And we’ll be dancing, dancing with angels.

Ⓒ 1997 Dayspring Music / Lehsem Music
Words and Music by J. Mandeville & S. Siler

✖★══════════ஜ۩۞۩ஜ══════════★✖

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

August 11, 2011

Shifting the Sun

When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.

When you father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn't.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.

Diana Der-Hovanessian

Mel Xxxxx (Family Friend)

July 31, 2011