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As I walked out one evening
To breathe the air and soothe my mind
I thought of friends and the home I had
And all those things I left behind oh…

A silent star shone on me
My eyes saw the far horizon
As if to pierce this veil of time
And escape this earthly prison oh…

Chorus
Will there come a time when the memories fade
And pass on with the long, long years?
When the ties no longer bind
Lord save me from this darkest fear
Don’t let me come home a stranger
I couldn’t stand to be a stranger

In this place so far from home
They know my name but they don’t know me
They hear my voice; they see my face
But they can’t lay no claim on me oh…

Chorus again

As I walk this universe
I free my mind of time and space
I wander through the galaxy
But never do I find my place oh…

Robin and Linda Williams

editor’s note:  this is one of my all time favorite songs and I love to hear Robin and Linda sing it on their album….yet the group who have recorded this are really wonderful too…I hope you enjoy it like I do.

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Joan of Arc

I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. And then it is gone. But to sacrifice what you are and live without belief, that's more terrible than dying.--

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Beannacht

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory

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