Sunday Respite – ‘Don’t cry for me Argentina’

This piece seemed very appropriate considering all we have been through with the WH this week. I thought about a Tango, but settled on this one. I prefer Patti Lupone’s rendition, though Madonna’s version is not bad.

The Vicious Snake

Anyone who still support Obama bringing in thousands of Syrian refugees to our borders after watching this then will be to blame when something tragic occurs on our homeland. From the poem. Once the clip gets moving, wow.

H/T:America Conservative 2 Conservative

Happy Easter!

Wishing everyone a joyous Easter.

“Greater love has no one than this, that Jesus lay down His life for His friends” (John 15:13)

“Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted” by Fernando Ortega

Sunday Respite – ‘I don’t belong’

Wishing everyone a great Sunday.

Music video by Bill & Gloria Gaither performing I Don’t Belong (Sojourner’s Song)

Sunday Respite – ‘I Believe’

I caught this the other day. Still love the piece as much as the first the day I first heard this. Enjoy.

Sunday Respite – ‘The Mummers Dance’

Winter’s back is broken. A Crocus or two have raided their blue head. A few green leaves of the daffodils are breaking through the ground. For today’s respite, I thought of Loreena Mckennitt  “The Mummers’ Dance.” Hope you enjoy it as well.

“The Mummers’ Dance”

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

“A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord’s hand”

Sunday Respite – Snow

Sunday is a cold one here. Hope everyone is staying warm and toasty. Here is my pick, with some great photography of winter scenes.

Loreena Mckennitt- Snow

White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.

The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.

Save when at lonely intervals
Some farmer’s sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;

The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;

Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow
The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth and sky
The world seems shrouded, far away.

Its noises sleep, and I secret as
Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.


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