May
the road rise
to meet you.
May the wind
be always
at your back.
May the sun
shine
warm upon
your face,
the rains fall soft
upon your fields,
and when
we meet again,
May God
hold you
in the
palms of
His hand.
There are many versions
of this Irish Blessing.
There are many
who claim
Irish ancestors.
The Irish diaspora
spreads
far and wide.
Even our first
African American
President
has Irish roots
on his mother’s side.
As the 69th
Regiment
parades down
New York’s
Fifth Avenue,
I claim a
great-grandfather
who was a member of
the “Fighting Irish Brigade”.
I can do a bit of the jig,
dancing to the
Irish Washerwoman toe tapping music.
In 8th grade,
I soloed
the lilting
“Rose of Tralee”.
In cap and gown,
high heeled shoes,
with my college freshmen class,
we marched in the
parade in the snow.
Memories linger
smiles especially broad
on this green day.
Do you have
a bit of Irish
on this day?
May the road rise to meet You.
Living Lines Moment by Moment 
Dear Missy,
Thank you for your Post today.
There is much to ponder and pray with!
We are preparing for next week.
Holy Week is such a week filled with many emotions.
Are you spending Easter in Cambridge?.
Is there any one thing that I may pray for and give thanks for with you?
I miss our visits. Our Chapel is growing by the days.
There will be a chance soon that we can go have a look.
Please know that you are In my thoughts and prayers.
Faithfully,
Carolyn,SSM
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