Pauline Skeldon

☜♡☞ The Wings That Fly Us Home ☜♡☞

There are many ways of being in this circle we call life
A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night
Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine
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Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away
Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave
Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run
Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun
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I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow
I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind
I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower
I awoke with this: a flower in my hand
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I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one
In the brotherhood of creatures; who the father, who the son
The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
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And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens
It fills the endless yearning of the soul
It lives within a star too far to dream of
It lives within each part and is the whole
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It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home
Fly us home, fly us home.

~ Words by Joe Henry, music by John Denver

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

2 weeks ago

ჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓჱܓ

ღ LIFE is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
…~ Charles Feidelson, Jr.

ღ LOVE is the vital core of the soul, and of all you see, only love is infinite.
…~ Rumi

♥ ═ೋღ♥ ═ೋღ♥

ღ A Farewell ღ

FAREWELL, oh dream of mine!
I dare not stay;
The hour is come, and time
Will not delay:
Pleasant and dear to me
Wilt thou remain;
No future hour
Brings thee again.
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She stands, the Future dim,
And draws me on,
And shows me dearer joys—
But thou art gone!
Treasures and Hopes more fair,
Bears she for me,
And yet I linger,
Oh dream, with thee!
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Other and brighter days,
Perhaps she brings;
Deeper and holier songs,
Perchance she sings;
But thou and I, fair time,
We too must sever—
Oh dream of mine,
Farewell for ever!

~ Adelaide Anne Procter

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

November 26, 2011

My dear Nanny xxxxx

My nanny may you rest in peace .... You were heart broken when you lost you dearest .. now we are heart broken to of lost you, you thought of others as well as your family, always there when needed. Love you everyday, never forgotten, always remembered. Love you nanny xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Laura Skeldon (Granddaughter)

November 11, 2011

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♥ If We Never Meet Again ♥

(I will meet you on that beautiful shore)

Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey
And perhaps never meet anymore
Till we gather in heaven's bright city
Far away on that beautiful shore

If we never meet again this side of heaven
As we struggle through this world and its strife
There's another meeting place somewhere in heaven
By the side of the river of life

Where the charming roses bloom forever
And where separations come no more
If we never meet again this side of heaven
I will meet you on that beautiful shore

Oh they say we shall meet by the river
Where no storm clouds ever darken the sky
And they say we'll be happy in heaven
In the wonderful sweet by and by

If we never meet again...
(If we never meet again this side of heaven)
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
(Beautiful beautiful shore)

♥ Albert E. Brumley ♥

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

October 1, 2011

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An old monk was once asked why he cared for ancient graves,
and why he cleaned the stones to preserve the writing carved there.

His reply was simple: “They still have their names. They will
always have their names.”

A life infused with love has consequences that reach beyond time
— ensuring that names, and places, and memories of what was,
still are, and always will be. They are not dead, can never die.

~ Gregory & Suzanne Wolfe

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

September 10, 2011

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This world is not conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music,
But positive, as sound.

~ Emily Dickinson

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Perplexed Music…☆

Experience, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fancy-land
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur ‘Where is any certain tune
Or measured music in such notes as these?’
But angels, leaning from the golden seat,
Are not so minded their fine ear hath won
The issue of completed cadences,
And, smiling down the stars, they whisper—SWEET.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

August 27, 2011

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☜♡☞ Dancing With Angels ☜♡☞

It’s just so hard to believe
All I have to hold is your memory
From this side of the clouds all I see is grief
But on the other side I know you’re free
And you’re dancing, dancing with angels.

Somewhere just out of my reach
You’re keeping heavenly company
When I’m feeling lonely it’s for myself I cry
‘Cause there aren’t any tears in paradise
When you’re dancing, dancing with angels.

I can almost hear your laughter
See the fullness of your joy
Knowing that you’re present with the Lord
And though today I miss you I know the day will come
When every believer will behold the Son
And we’ll be dancing, dancing with angels.

Ⓒ 1997 Dayspring Music / Lehsem Music
Words and Music by J. Mandeville & S. Siler

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

August 11, 2011

~ ROCK ME TO SLEEP ~

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,—
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;
Weary of sowing for others to reap;—
Rock me to sleep, mother – rock me to sleep!

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

~ ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN

Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

August 3, 2011

Farewell, Dear Mother

Somewhere in my heart,
Beneath all of this pain,
Is a smile I still wear...
At the sound of your name.

The precious word is "MOTHER"
She was my world, you see,
But now my heart is breaking,
She's no longer here with me.

God chose her for His angel
To watch me from above,
To guide me and advise me
And know that I'm still loved.

The day she had to leave me,
Her life on earth was through,
But God had better plans for her
For this, I surely knew.

When I think of her kind heart
And all those loving years,
Because we're only human,
They're bound to bring us tears.

She truly was my best friend,
Someone I could confide in,
She always had a tender touch,
A soft and gentle grin.

I want to thank you Mother
For teaching me so well,
Even though the time has come,
That I must bid you farewell.

I'll remember all you've taught me
To put God above all others...
For I had no better teacher,
Than you ..... My Dear Mother.

Even though you've left this earth
And had to take your flight,
I know that you are here with me,
Each morning, noon and night.

- Ruth Ann Mahaffey (Copyright 2001)

Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

July 11, 2011

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The Passing Tides

I loved the river:
Enchanting.
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I loved the wind:
Caressing.
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I loved the daylight:
Soothing.
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I loved the starlight:
Haunting.
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I loved my dear ones:
Being.
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I am now all I loved:
Blessing.

Ⓒ M.R Berman

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Mel Xxxxx (Friend)

June 25, 2011