Answer Her Call...
She is called Ireland. What is it that she does
to your heart, your soul?
If there be but one drop of Irish blood left
running through your veins, you will feel it the
moment your feet touch her soil. Though the
bloodlines may have thinned over generations, the
root runs deep.
Until it has been experienced no words in any
language can adequately explain.
Like one hundred thousand watts of electricity,
emotions flow to the depths of your very being.
In a flash you feel her joys and her sorrows.
As the journey begins, you feel like a child
whose mother has taken its hand to lead the way.
To welcome you home though time and circumstances
have kept you away in another place.
The songs you have heard and the stories you have
read, will shine in a new light as you now realize
what they truly mean.
Hillsides greener than any you will ever see and
lakes that are crystal clear and blue. Castles
still standing guard in what is only part of their
past grandeur. See the memorials to those who lost
their lives in The Great Hunger and those who gave
their lives willingly in the name of equality and
freedom for generations. You will find them not
only in the cities but along the roadsides.
The welcome continues as you meet her children.
Their smile is from the heart, they look you in
the eye and shake you by the hand when first you
meet. Be it Cork, Kerry, Clare, Dublin, it
matters not which county - you are greeted like
an old friend.
So if, like me you have heard her softly calling
you through the years and over the miles? Answer
the call, run to her embrace. It is one you won't
want to leave and if you must you will be planning
your return before the plane's wheels lift off
her soil.
NJ Bryan
September 2006 (C)
to your heart, your soul?
If there be but one drop of Irish blood left
running through your veins, you will feel it the
moment your feet touch her soil. Though the
bloodlines may have thinned over generations, the
root runs deep.
Until it has been experienced no words in any
language can adequately explain.
Like one hundred thousand watts of electricity,
emotions flow to the depths of your very being.
In a flash you feel her joys and her sorrows.
As the journey begins, you feel like a child
whose mother has taken its hand to lead the way.
To welcome you home though time and circumstances
have kept you away in another place.
The songs you have heard and the stories you have
read, will shine in a new light as you now realize
what they truly mean.
Hillsides greener than any you will ever see and
lakes that are crystal clear and blue. Castles
still standing guard in what is only part of their
past grandeur. See the memorials to those who lost
their lives in The Great Hunger and those who gave
their lives willingly in the name of equality and
freedom for generations. You will find them not
only in the cities but along the roadsides.
The welcome continues as you meet her children.
Their smile is from the heart, they look you in
the eye and shake you by the hand when first you
meet. Be it Cork, Kerry, Clare, Dublin, it
matters not which county - you are greeted like
an old friend.
So if, like me you have heard her softly calling
you through the years and over the miles? Answer
the call, run to her embrace. It is one you won't
want to leave and if you must you will be planning
your return before the plane's wheels lift off
her soil.
NJ Bryan
September 2006 (C)