Our Deepest Fear RIP Nelson Mandela

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? 

Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. 

We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. 

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

She moved through the fair (another fine Ulster voice)

My young love said to me, my mother won´t mind 
And my father won´t slight you for your lack of kine, 
And she stepped away from me and this she did say, 
It will not be long love ´til our wedding day. 

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair, 
And fondly I watched her move here and move there, 
Then she went her way homeward with one star awake, 
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake. 

The people were saying no two were e´er wed, 
But one has a sorrow that never was said, 
And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear, 
And that was the last that I saw of my dear. 

I dreamt it last night that my young love came in, 
So softly she entered her feet made no din, 
She came close beside me and this she did say, 
It will not be long love ´til our wedding day.

Unknown

Death of a President

22 November 1963

Friday evening, that time when
Tea was out and father was in
And the coal fire cracked
And the ash wood spat
And the flames danced
in the hearth of that living room.

Local boy does good

” He sets out to capture a lost moment in history; a hitherto forgotten time and place that most of us will never have experienced; a harsher time, yet a time afforded a seductive allure by evocatively wistful reminiscences."

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 Castledawson Poet 

Seamus Heaney 'from Field Work'

I love this one -  listen to it - on the podcast 'Fieldwork' ===========>

Where the sally tree went pale in every breeze
where the perfect eye of the nesting blackbird watched
where one fern was always green

I was standing watching you

The Falling Leaves

Today as I rode by
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky
But thickly, silently
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon

What Ricky said..

It's my pleasure to read your book! Although I read only 15 pages provided by the website (sorry, I didn't buy it yet),

I have been moved by your words and senteces that stimulated my deep feeling of childhood and love.

In fact, a deep nostalgia pervaded in my heart when I first read a couple of words in your book.

 It was like Yesterday once more . .

A Love Letter from Emilie Blachère to Rémi Ochlik

Ochlik,
I’ve never found it so difficult to write. My dictionaries are useless. I can already hear you saying, “Sweet Blachère.” So instead I made a list of everything I loved about you.

My angel, my love:
I loved it when you made lists of things you wanted, and you wanted a Harley Davidson, a loft, a 22,000-euro titanium Leica, and you would say to me, “What? You work at Paris Match, don’t you?”

I loved it when you called me Blachère, or Blacherounette, when you had something you wanted to ask me.

Spiegel im Spiegel

-

The Outside Toilet

Autumn’s lost children lay in the corner,

Bereft of branch and blown off life

To lie here dry and dead

In this shed behind the midden by the byre

Take Me Back (Van Morrison)

Church in the Pub

LOCAL CHURCH IN YOUR LOCAL

The Church in the Pub  are looking at some of the issues raised in films. The series is called “Reel Issues” and the film  tomorrow (30^th Jan) will be “The King’s Speech”.  After that we’re meeting fortnightly on a Wednesday at the Wendover Arms at 7.45pm.

After the success of our previous quiz evenings, we’re holding another one at the Wendover on Thurs 7^th March.

If you’d like to know more, why not contact their church office at office@banjos.org.uk