Author: Lindsey Gallant

Today we went on a motorbike ride in the sunny Sunday afternoon, down to the river where the rocks are warm and the bugs are lazy. The water was too cold for to...

Sit by me awhileLet’s talk about God and the stars and the distant seashoreHold my hand lightly and smileWe’ll look for our future in the cloud shapes aboveTell...

Hey prophetKeep your eyes clearYou can still see through tears Do not lose heartThe weight of glory is heavierThough it is unseen Free your tongueThere is power...

The afternoon has warmed its beamsAnd wakened spring from all its dreamsThis current is our merry bedWe watch the swans fly overhead A canopy of feathered white...

I first heard this poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore sung as a duet by Hayley Westenra and Méav Ní Mhaolchatha. To me it captures both the sadness and beauty of a...