An Irish Welcome

Céad Míle Fáilte friend and rover ...
Wherever you come from and whosoever you may be.
That's an Irish greeting and it means

you are welcome
a thousand times over.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Rose and the Moonlight

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy. - William Blake
Yes, dear William, the rose does die. It was Created to bloom and give joy in the daylight. Why, though, does the rose first release its beautiful fragrance by night? Is the moonlight perhaps its secret love hiding his feelings from the day? Are you captivated by how beautiful she stands? It is the darkness surrounding her that makes her stand out ...

Rose you are seduced and captivated by the moon, always gravitating towards her seduction and her beauty giving only to her your best fragrance. It was not the moon that gave you life, dear Rose, it was the Sun! Never forget that your heart and truest beauty belong to the warmth of The Light - not the moon. You are created to give joy to all the senses and not just the nose; who can see you at night? Who can enjoy you other than the moon? Show your colours and your splendour to Creation - make your Creator joyful, bless His name! Hear the echoes of my heart for you:
A rose without sunlight can not survive,
A lonely heart without vision.
I can't see you!
It is a wonderful night, the moonlight is shimmering.
You were always deceived by the moon,
in a trance, captivated by her beauty.
Romancing you with her silver glow,
enchanting you and pulling you into her embrace.
It is an Ode to a lesser light!
So soft, so beautiful, so convincing,
her rays of light are so pure and clear.
A rose without sunlight can not survive.

- Vasiliki, Melbourne (10-12-2009)