Normally I would have written something about the Fae and had fully intended on writing an article based on the Water faeries but when I got up this morning and turned on my computer I received a bit of extremely sad news; a very good friend of mine\u2019s mother had just passed away. As I tried to get my mind on the work at hand I just could not get my friend off my mind. What do you say when someone has lost a loved one, let alone their mother? Do I call or perhaps send some flowers? These things all fade away. So in dedication of a life taken to soon I wrote this little verse.<\/p>\n
Time stands still in Tir na n\u00d3g (In Memory of Patrick\u2019s Mom, you will be missed)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Come with me to the land hidden amidst the sea<\/p>\n No sorrow, no pain. Never more to age again<\/p>\n Houses are made from jewels and gold. Shinning like castles in the sun<\/p>\n Birds singing, whilst blossoming flowers grow all around<\/p>\n Ocean breezes soft and warm<\/p>\n Awakening the soul to the sounds of celestial song<\/p>\n So come with me to Tir na n\u00d3g<\/p>\n For time stands still<\/p>\n In the land of the forever young<\/p>\n ~ M. Burke (2008)<\/em><\/p>\n In times of sorrow when you feel as if you just cannot carryon, keep your head held high and remember the land of Tir na n\u00d3g where time stands still.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Normally I would have written something about the Fae and had fully intended on writing an article based on the Water faeries but when I got up this morning and turned on my computer I received a bit of extremely sad news; a very good friend of mine\u2019s mother had just passed away. As I tried to get my mind on the work at hand I just could not get my friend off my mind. What do you say when someone has lost a loved one, let alone their mother? Do I call or perhaps send some flowers? These things all fade away. So in dedication of a life taken to soon I wrote this little verse. Time stands still in Tir na n\u00d3g (In Memory of Patrick\u2019s Mom, you will be missed) Come with me to the land hidden amidst the sea No sorrow, no pain. Never more to age again Houses are made from jewels and gold. Shinning like castles in the sun Birds singing, whilst blossoming flowers grow all around Ocean breezes soft and warm Awakening the soul to the sounds of celestial song So come with me to Tir na n\u00d3g For time stands still In the land of the forever young ~ M. Burke (2008) In times of sorrow when you feel as if you just cannot carryon, keep your head held high and remember the land of Tir na n\u00d3g where time stands still.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1084","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1084","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1084"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1084\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1084"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1084"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1084"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}