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The road to God knows where … Brendan O'Brien · Good friends we had and good friends we've lost/Along the way
The road to God knows where ... Brendan O'Brien 
Snow on the cherry blossom trees in Japan, late February. A lovely photograph by the way, nice adjunct to the Bob Marley track.
A most beautiful photograph,Brendan, and a beautiful memory of Sean’s happiness.
Marya x
Thanks Brendan.
Smile. 🙂 A wonderful photo. Thanks, Brendan.
Great picture, and by the way, we got our first snow here in Oslo this evening.
Thank you very much for the comments. Sean took the photo himself, as you can probably tell from his outstretched arm.
Snow at Rooskey (Dancing with angels)
If all the angels from this and other worlds
Descended to us from above, their wings unfurled,
They’d come as falling snow, and silently at night,
Framed in patterned diamonds of ice and light
To help us cope with loss, as comfort from above,
Each flake a coded masterpiece of God’s eternal love;
Bright and tranquil, each flake a single note of music.
Silently jingling, jinking as they reach the ground,
Outwardly spreading a wedding tablecloth
to celebrate a feast day,
a marriage between one lost and found.
Wonderful, pg … thank you so much.
I’ll keep it always. My wife will love it too.
Brendano – I am unsure of the last line – so many thoughts in my head … it could be “a marriage for one lost and found” or “a marriage between one lost, one found”. Whatever suits; I had been working through it in the early hours. I like the idea of weddings being celebrated in heaven. Thanks for the appreciation. God bless.
It’s extremely good of you to take the time, but I am not at all surprised that you did so. I’ll have a think about the last line.
Sing, sing the songs of your son.
Yes, I will.
Snow at Rooskey
(Dancing with angels)
If all the angels from this and other worlds
Descended to us from above, their wings unfurled,
They’d come as falling snow, and silently at night
Framed in patterned diamonds of ice and light
To help us cope with loss, as comfort from above,
Each flake a coded masterpiece of God’s eternal love;
Jingling, feather-light, spreading out upon the ground
A tablecloth of white heraldic sound,
On fields, on lanes, on rooftops in the town,
Angels telling us “What is lost is found”.