|  ||Brittany's Ireland||
I was walking along your path, Lord, and I came to a beautiful grass green hill. I climbed a top and sang because I'm happy, because I'm free. I walked down and I felt the presence of my grandmother and of June carter. They were walking with me down this hill, to the beautiful weeds growing sideways and upward to the heavens. They helped me to pick the most beautiful of them all, and showed me how not to disturb. I brought these treasures back to my car. The ground was soft, and the ground was wet, so I opted for boots instead of tennies. With my new feet, I walked more confidently. Confident in my comfort. I went past the hill and over to the crick. Looking down the stream the gold and the beautiful earth hues were flying all about. Waving in the wind and beckoning me to explore them. Asking for me to dance with them. Listening for my voice. I listened to the words of my elders and hummed along as I picked the most beautiful creations. They were dry, and soft like cotton. I gathered many different seeds and arranged them so beautifully. I crossed the crick and spun about, dancing and singing your words, Lord. I look to see the source of the crackle and 5 deer pass before me. I feel them, Lord, and I feel you in me, I see your face in theirs. And they stop to turn around fearing my intentions and I soothe them with your voice. I sing to them and let them know your eye is on the sparrow. And titles be titles but we both knew, that meant your eyes were upon us too. And you must have been loving our purest of connection, for they felt the comfort to stay. And they watched me intently as your words filled the air and I felt that I sang them quite sweetly. It seemed as though the one was still very nervous and watching me, ready to run. And the others quite friendly, and young I think too, they watched and they played and had fun. But the one was very in tune with me and did not remove his eyes from mine. I looked deep within them and he too saw me and I love them so much and I thank thee. For giving me this beautiful time with these beautiful creatures so lovely. So gentle and pure and so beautiful they are, that fluffy white tail in my memory. The one so intent on me, he liked your song Lord. He stomped his foot and raised his chin to me, he seemed then to invite me. But I knew he was alone, and declined in fear, and continued to sing to him lightly. They soon ran away, for adventure was near and I continued on up the stream. Dodging your prickers, your warnings, my attention, and I came to an abandoned camp. From a distance it looked sweet like a home well lived in, but as I neared I saw it was dead. For the seats of the chairs held water for weeks, and the cooler was bare, and the tent was a wreck. I passed along through and I came to a field, a field I would have loved to play in. But too tall were the weeds and I wished not to stomp them, so I turned and headed back through the wood. For as far as I could, I traveled in the trees, but the branches down and around they grew thicker, so I escaped to the sun and the other side of the river. I continued on down and found trails of my friends, these trails I trusted and followed. To the place of their quiet listening I soon myself found, and a small little lake in the clearing. So I kept on kept on and under your shade, I felt the glory of my ancestors. I wished to live like them among my own and travel through the land with my sisters. I was aware of my surroundings; so as not to be caught off guard, and not too long before I reached my sweet hill again. By the time that I did, it was all I could do to keep myself from running. Up the hill I climbed so proudly, nestled in your bounty and to the top of that mound I did sing. I saw a couple and their dog and another and their daughter and I prayed that they too felt your glory. And escaped then did I to another exploration ground, passing ducks and a man with a story. I see another deer, and it reminds me of my friend, and I smile, remembering our sweetness. He was running from the man that was calling his name and he crossed the path in front of me and into the wood. I was singing again and he knew that voice and he paused and hesitated to listen. And soon he was facing me with that same intent look, so I told him of you, and not to be frightened. He came closer quite a bit, though I made no move, I just sang and watched out for the man. And as I sang of your love and our brotherhood and not to fear, he gestured to me that he understood. And after a bit he must go, but he gave me his blessing before re-entering into the wood. He moved slowly, for the singing did not cease, and I felt a bit of pain. I knew he would be missed. But I let him go, our time will be again and I entered the wood, myself ready to dance. I listened to my family play and asked you for your warmth Lord. I removed the cloth that covered my shoulders and continued on your path. I hung my cloth upon your branches; you held them while you watched me. And I thanked you for this beautiful afternoon and began by dancing lightly. Before I knew, it was you dancing too and we frolicked and spun and clapped. And I let down my glory for you lord and also for the warmth around my neck. We danced for my family that plays your sweet songs. We danced for Ireland, green and true. We danced for my ancestors and all those above me, watching over, seated next to you. We left my belongings to dance in the wood and I cared not if they I would return to. For your warmth in my blood and the memories of love, they flowed so strongly through. I knew at this time I need nothing more and I left all these things there behind me, and we ran and we skipped and we doe-si-doed and I thought of my family so lovely. I escaped to the woods with all of my sisters and we spun in the midst of the trees, and soon come the men to make us some music and we dance for them and dance for thee. I gather the children and lead them down pathways that once our people did camp and we frolicked and loved and lived in your way lord oh the places they will go and will see. The things they will share for the treasures you bare and their eyes to see your glory. They will take this with them; things that cannot be broken, and carry our names, carry our story. And we put on a show for all there that grows and we thanked them for being there for us, and we laughed and greeted one another in our dance and all sung along to the chorus. It was time now to go back to Ireland and with open arms I met them. The people of my family, the land of my birth, that feeling I cannot name had set in. And it was not I driving the vehicle anymore and I contributed to their sounds. My feet stomping the earth and the humming I heard as I traveled oer your grounds. My hair was cold, and softer than snow and it comforted me, and all around me. And the trees were thrilled at my dancing and swirls and I could feel them over me smiling. And into the dark I skipped oh so quickly and there it was I was found. And we danced together, my family, to the beat of our hearts and drums. And it twisted and curled and trembled and swirled and it hit us and kept us all moving. I had nothing to fear, for you were so near, you never did leave my side. And I made my way slowly to the songs of my men and I traveled over that countryside. I wore not my spectacles, and needed them not to see, I had you, and my heart showed the landscapes. And if my skin felt a chill, I asked you for warmth, your love I cannot escape. Asking my loved ones to blow down for me their warmth I had no gloves I left them, too, on your arm. I was blessed with warmth only from heaven above and I faded into another song. They took me up and down, and all around, and calm was the theme of this one. And I meditated, and felt no pain felt real, and secret and hidden. Then I gathered my things and asked you this question can I please to share you with others? For I felt selfish here and I wished to be near the strength and the faith of others. To show them this beauty, this freedom, this warmth. Not to keep it for only me. For it was meant to be shared, and treasured together as one, like it ought to be. So I made my way back and the music had ended, so I began to sing my own song. And I sang straight to you, Lord, sang it so true, for the stars, for the night sky, the log. And I came to the lot, which held my way out my way back into the real world. And I asked for your guidance in my quest for this sharing and taking care of all of your children. And I made you a promise that none but you heard and this promise is why I am living. And I will wait here Lord for your light soon to guide me, and I wait and I wait and I wait. For the place that we will build for these people these souls, none other than heaven could be so great.