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In Irish legend, a banshee wails around a house where someone is about to die.
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Brittle bones rattle and shake,
shadow me through the windy woods.
Shiver, quiver, quail and quake.
I’d forsake my worldly goods
if I thought they would suffice.
Keening cries of the banshee
penetrate like spears of ice.
Her cloak of gray, I cannot see —
Clammy presence proves she’s here.
From her curse I cannot flee;
I must face my deadly fear.
Death of kin hails the banshee.
Is it Mother, Father, Son?
On my neck her icy breath.
My sanctuary comes undone —
journey’s end will find a death.
Nearing home I hear the wailing,
sobbing, crying, clothes are rent.
Hair is pulled, arms are flailing —
heartbreak, tears are almost spent.
How to comfort, what to say?
Grieving knows no tomorrow.
How to live another day?
Stagger on, bear the sorrow.
Silent now, sits the banshee,
hooded, faceless, cloaked in gray,
spirit that we cannot see.
Pray her presence stays away.
More than that we cannot ask
as each footstep nears the grave,
toil at every weary task;
life is meant to spend not save.
Soon enough will come the time
when others wail, sob and cry.
Drums beat slowly, church bells chime;
it will be my time to die.
Hooded, faceless, cloaked in gray
the spirit wails right on cue,
as she will some future day —
when the banshee wails for you.
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director59sview said:
Reblogged this on My Observations, Opinons, COPD and other Cool Stuff and commented:
Very appropriate to all with a terminal disease
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dcardiff said:
Hi director, death is a condition we all face. I lost a friend this week and many in the past year. My prayers are with you and your family. In the time you have left, may you be free of suffering.
Sincerely,
Dennis
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director59sview said:
My day for the banshee is coming sooner than I ever thought. I am trying to live each day to the fullest.
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Sue Dreamwalker said:
Colourful Poem Dennis,
I am so pleased those Banshees dont put in appearance often! well not to my knowing! 😉
I have had the privilege to sit at 3 bedsides and be present at their passing! and its been the most peaceful experience..
Being a medium also I have had the honour of seeing those who wait to welcome their loved ones home.. and the love that is shared is overwhelming……….
Wishing you a pleasant weekend free from any Banshee’s 🙂
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dcardiff said:
Hi Sue,
My wife works as a Personal Support Worker for many patients with alzheimer’s disease. She witnesses many deaths. I also, have witnessed many deaths and found it to be a peaceful, welcome experience.
Cheers,
Dennis
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LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words said:
humans have their signs…that life goes on..
I like this…I had heard it a long time ago when I was a kid…
Thank you for reminding me Dennis….
a wonderful post
Take Care…
)0(
maryrose
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msuzanneb said:
Well done! Having been with many who have transitioned into spirit it is always fascinating to learn what each person and their love ones believes. Often I would be asked to open a window even if it is a crack to allow easy departure of the spirit. Namaste, mary
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dcardiff said:
These aren’t my beliefs, but certainly those of my Irish ancestors. Life and death were so much more colorful then. They had the wee folk: Leprechauns, Fairies and Hobgoblins. My Icelandic ancestors had even more; the huldafolk (hidden people). I love the folk tales of all countries.
Cheers,
Dennis
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