I awakened one morning to the Associated Press and the story of love...true love in Ireland and the curse of religion and it's boundaries. I love Ireland like a second home . I've met her people and traveled her countryside and still am awed at the fever some have with the religious bondaries of hatred. This particular fated love still haunts me, for religion teaches against judging others and somehow, this most dearest of hearts are fated for trespassing those boundaries.
Please copy and paste this link into your browser and listen to Ireland's own, Mary Black and "The Holy Ground Took Care of Everything". It will give much more meaning to my humble poem.
Shadow dancing figures Dark grays upon the walls Enveloped and intermingled Flowing down the halls Celtic embrace of lovers Mutually... involved Ghosts with sepulchers ever caught No mystery here to solve Theory died with their love These two now dance above For wars are cold for lovers Whose hearts are put on hold She the lassie of Belfast He of Protestant born Her Catholic life outspoken Because of someone's son They ran in shadows, darting lights They hid their hearts each day Their every thought to sneak aboard A ship and sail away Their love was born in honesty Without the hint of hate Emotion twisted into briars... Worn like open fate They went against the grain to love Their purity was just They went to sleep one fateful night Their tears then turned to rust The footsteps of a stealthful pair Came steely up the stairs Then bullets tore their hearts apart Yet bonded them in tears They justified their love just then By being souls above The hatred of their fathers' land Blessed with their fated love They dance eternally for fate Gave them a second chance To openly engage all hearts To win...perchance to dance They whirl in halls with fluted sounds That echo off the stone They love forever without shame Their hearts secure at home They weave their silent message As Shadows fall on the walls "Welcome to all lovers" Who hear this fated call Love is born pure at birth It's given for a purpose It can't be politically justified For hearts should not be cursed If you love and it is pure Then nothing matters when Religion, wars ,caste systems... Are judged by bittered kin Love is one thing God gave us To weave our hearts together It waltzes now in silent halls Their fated souls still tethered The Celtic knot speaks for souls Whenever love entwines No beginning or an ending Just infinite over time So heed the call for love of hearts Take down this awful ban Give back true love to rusted tears In Eire this true love stands! No more dodging shadows ... Hiding in the dark For Catholic forms with Protestants For true love in common hearts.
A beautiful message, extremely well crafted. Things have changed a lot fortunately.
I have been to England, Scotland and Wales, never to Ireland, although I have Irish friends.
It is one of those places I would really love to visit.
Come on, Susan. We better get off this religion stuff! It's like other stuff... the more it's stirred, the stronger it smells! There are days when I spell Religion; B E R S E R K ! ! !
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sadly history has had and continues to have deep scares in the name of God or gods-this is a lovely declaration of love for a country and sadness gfor the failings of it's people
Susan, I have a rule in my life, I never discuss, religion or politics.
It always stirs up a lot of trouble. Well then, trouble is sometimes fun isn't it..I liked your poem regardless of its undertones of religion and politics. Very well said.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Fee has gone overboard with his explanation. The pope did not condone the killing in Ireland. Shame on you for only stirring up what caused this hatred between the Irish.
The Irish in northern Ireland were supressed by the protestant government and not allowed to have any say in the government. They were kept in gettos with not much hope of bettering their lives. Hatred can surface in these kind of conditions. I don't condone the killings on both sides and hope the peace that now prevails will last and unite the country and its people.
Most of mankind's wars, including the present day, have religious undertones, and most of mankind, regardless of which religion they belong to, worship the same God. I often sadly wonder how God feels about all this bloodshed and hatred and bigotry, supposedly in His name.
This. Is. My. New. F A V O R I T E of yours...poignant longing, expression of love denied because of religious differences. Powerfully expressed.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
My parents have traveled to Ireland, right after the planes started flying again after 9/11...they said her people were so moved they were traveling to their country, they treated them like royalty.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2007
Some of the bitterest wars ever were fought in the name of religion . . . Religion and politics, no wonder some people don't like to talk about 'em . . .
Aye 'tis a bittersweet land that can create the magic of the leprechon and the wee fairies but nurture for centuries the hatred of two peoples praying to the same God under a different name. Sadest of all the hatred and murder was not only condoned but encouraged by religious and political leaders on both side the of the fence...Romes view...thou shalt not kill unless he is protestant.
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I have been to England, Scotland and Wales, never to Ireland, although I have Irish friends.
It is one of those places I would really love to visit.
Axilea
But I must say I observed this, the IRA certainly started chillin after 911.
Walt
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boundaries.
Love, Pierre
It always stirs up a lot of trouble. Well then, trouble is sometimes fun isn't it..I liked your poem regardless of its undertones of religion and politics. Very well said.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
The Irish in northern Ireland were supressed by the protestant government and not allowed to have any say in the government. They were kept in gettos with not much hope of bettering their lives. Hatred can surface in these kind of conditions. I don't condone the killings on both sides and hope the peace that now prevails will last and unite the country and its people.
wonderful poem!
This. Is. My. New. F A V O R I T E of yours...poignant longing, expression of love denied because of religious differences. Powerfully expressed.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
My parents have traveled to Ireland, right after the planes started flying again after 9/11...they said her people were so moved they were traveling to their country, they treated them like royalty.
Fee