I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
Alleluia
Siofra
28th April 2017
May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Siofra
28th April 2017