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Think Of Others.

Think Of Others.

Photograph taken exactly 100 years ago in 1924 in Southern Ireland.

“Think Of Others” Poem by Mahmoud Darwish.

As you prepare your breakfast — think of others.
Don’t forget to feed the pigeons.
As you conduct your wars — think of others.
Don’t forget those who want peace.
As you pay your water bill — think of others.
Think of those who have only the clouds to drink from.
As you go home, your own home — think of others — don’t forget those who live in tents.
As you sleep and count the stars, think of others — there are people who have no place to sleep.
As you liberate yourself with metaphors think of others — those who have lost their right to speak.
And as you think of distant others — think of yourself and say,
‘I wish I were a candle in the darkness.’

END.

A Song For A Sunday.

You’re Gonna Be Okay.

Lyrics and Vocals: American Christian worship singer, songwriter Jenn Johnson.

You’re Gonna Be Okay.

I know it’s all you’ve got to just be strong,
And it’s a fight just to keep it together, together.
I know you think that you are too far gone,
But hope is never lost,
Hope is never lost.
Hold on, don’t let go,
Hey, hold on, don’t let go.
Just take one step, closer,
Put one foot in front of the other,
You’ll get through this,
Just follow the light in the darkness.
You’re gonna be okay.
I know your heart is heavy from those nights,
Just remember that you are a fighter, a fighter.
You never know just what tomorrow holds,
You’re stronger than you know,
You’re stronger than you know.
Hold on, don’t let go,
Hey, hold on, don’t let go.
Just take one step, closer,
Put one foot in front of the other,
You’ll get through this.
Just follow the light in the darkness,
One step, closer.
Put one foot in front of the other,
You’ll get through this.
Just follow the light in the darkness,
You’re gonna be okay.
And when the night is closing in,
Don’t give up, and don’t give in.
This won’t last, it’s not the end, it’s not the end,
You’re gonna be okay.
When the night is closing in,
Don’t give up, and don’t give in.
This won’t last, it’s not the end, it’s not the end,
You’re gonna be okay.
You’re gonna be okay.

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A Song For A Sunday.

Everything Is Beautiful (In Its Own Way).

Lyrics and vocals: American country singer, songwriter, musician, actress, and philanthropist Ms Dolly Rebecca Parton.

Everything Is Beautiful (In Its Own Way).

When I look out over a green field of clover,
Or watch the sunset at the end of the day,
I get kind of moody when I see such beauty,
Everything’s beautiful in it’s own way.
When I see a fountain flow from a mountain,
Or see April showers bring flowers to May,
I can’t help but ponder, life is such a wonder,
An’ everything’s beautiful in it’s own way.
Words can’t describe what I feel inside,
When I see the beauty in each coming day.
What my eyes behold can’t be bought or sold,
An’ everything’s beautiful in it’s own way.
When I see the clouds form a black summer wind storm,
That uproots the harvest and hurls it away,
In the midst of such anger, destruction and danger,
The storm’s even beautiful in it’s own way.
When I see the leaves drop from off of the treetops,
Or watch the snow fall on a cold winter’s day,
My thoughts seem to wander into the blue yonder,
God, made each thing beautiful in it’s
own way.
Words can’t describe what I feel inside,
When I see the beauty in each coming day.
What my eyes behold can’t be bought or sold,
An’ everything’s beautiful in it’s own way.
In it’s own way.
In it’s own way.


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A Song For A Sunday

Will You Walk With Me.

Lyrics: Scottish singer and songwriter Ms Isla Grant.
Vocals: Irish country, pop and folk singer Ms Mary Duff.

Will You Walk With Me.

Will you walk with me through the darkest night?
When my world goes wrong, will you make it right?
Will you guide my lips in all I say?
Will you walk with me every day?
When I′m tired and weak, will you make me strong?
When my mind’s confused and all hope is gone,
Will you take my hand, will you lead the way?
Dear Lord, will you walk with me today?
Will you walk with me and ease my pain?
Will you walk with me, give me hope once again?
When my eyes grow dim, will you let me see?
Dear Lord, will you walk with me?
If my friends should go when there′s no one there.
If I call your name in my dark despair,
Will you come to me, will you ease my pain?
Dear Lord, will you walk with me again?
Help me find the strength just to carry on.
Teach me how to pray, for it’s been so long,
Since I fell on my knees and ask that you forgive all my sins.
Dear Lord, please forgive.
Will you walk with me, ease my pain?
Will you walk with me, give me hope once again?
When my eyes grow dim will you let me see?
Dear Lord, will you walk with me?
Will you walk with me, through the darkest night?
When my world goes wrong, will you make it right?
Will you guide my lips in all I say?
Will you walk with me every day?
Will you walk with me, ease my pain?
Will you walk with me, give me hope once again?
When my eyes grow dim, will you let me see?
Dear Lord, will you walk with me?
Dear Lord, will you walk with me?


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Memories Of Thurles Maytime.

Memories of Thurles Maytime – Short story by Tom Ryan.

I have always thought of the month of May as one of the most colourful and romantic months of the year, ever since I saw those beautiful mayflowers in the old movie, ”Maytime”, starring the delightful duo, Nelson Eddy, and Jeannette McDonald.

Even at Scoil Ailbhe Primary School in Thurles, in the ‘Fifties’, we eagerly awaited the merry month of May as the Brothers would have us helping to dress up the May Altar at the end of the corridor. A task which took us out of the classroom and away from ink wells and nib pens and blotting paper and of course, the dreaded cane or leather.
We had to fetch in flowers and blue and white crepe paper and candles for the imposing statue in blue and white stationed at the end of the corridor along which we would march to sing lovely hymns in tribute to the Blessed Virgin Mary.
I can still hear the young voices singing “I’ll sing a Hymn to Mary, The Mother of My God”, and of course, the lovely Ave Maria or O’ Mother! I could weep for mirth, Joy fills my heart so fast; My soul today is heaven on earth, O could the transport last!

As a child in the Presentation Convent Halfpenny or Penny Classes (latter the equivalent of our modern Junior Infants and Senior Infants), we would parade down a glass covered corridor to the gaily decorated and painted May Pole around which we danced and played to our hearts’ content.
At home we would gather some rags, which we’d place on a May bush and off we’d go, door to door, crying “Penny On The May Bush”, and we’d hope to make a few bob for the price of the cinema or the train journey to see Tipperary playing of a Sunday, in Croke Park, Limerick Gaelic Grounds or down by the lovely Lee in Cork.
Years later, my wife and I used to love Gay Byrne playing the beautiful, ”Bring Flowers of the Rarest”, recorded by Rev. Canon Sydney Mac Ewan, “Oh, Mary We crown thee with blossoms today, Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May”.

Somehow it was never quite ‘May Day’ without our hearing that lovely hymn.

Those of us boys who wore Our Lady’s Blue cravats, with our Boy Scouts Uniform, used to march around St. Patrick’s College, Thurles, in the May Procession, singing hymns and acting as a Guard of Honour, for the huge statue of Our Lady being carried around the once seminary grounds, on the banks of the River Suir, east of Thurles town.
Of course May was a time of pishogues and superstitions also. An old railwayman friend of mine, once recalled for me an amazing bush in the area at Our Lady’s Well, Thurles, near to Thurles golf course. My friend recalled that “You had the mix of the Christian and Pagan traditions in Lady’s Well”.

He stated “There was a Mass tree in Lady’s Well. It had been there since Penal times and there was a large wooden cross on it. In Penal times Mass was celebrated there. There was also a bush over the nearby well which was very colourful. You would see thousands of little bits of rags on the bush, standing four or five feet high over the well. The rags had been left there in May by hundreds of people who hoped for a cure for some ailment, either of mind or body.
There was a pishogue that if you left a bit of a garment that you wore close to your skin on the bush; you would be cured. The bits of garments were mainly made of red flannel which was then very popular with the women and young children. It was believed that according as the rags were worn away by the weather, so also in direct proportion was your misfortune cured or fully eliminated.

It was a pagan custom from the days of the Druids and like so many other pagan customs, it
became a Christian one. My friend recalled Thurles people putting the rags on that bush at Our Lady’s Well, up to the time Thurles Town Council put a pumping station there, many years ago.