Perhaps it was folly
drew me to the web
the attic where unconsciousness flows.
Perhaps one lone kindness
dared to sweep
the dust and cobwebs from my eyes.
Perhaps I've lived a thousand lives
or perhaps I've hidden just to dare dark fate
to unleash my world.
Perhaps my shame breathed low in conscience deep.
Perhaps my soul yet yearns for release.
Perhaps I dream of redemption
on wings that bear me to the light of truth.
Perhaps I cheat my night and bless my every day.
Perhaps. Is always there.
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Marie McGrath
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
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another chef d'oeuvre-- perhaps another top story? Very powerful message of hope.