Shadow of a Rose by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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SHADOW OF A ROSE

On Old McKenzie’s trellis near the outskirts of town

Held a prize flourishing, not quite showing its crown

A cloudburst of rain at just the right hour

In a moonlit night gave away with the power

 

From twilight until dawn, the rose slowly glowed

Jubilation upon morning when it’s beauty showed

Mr. McKenzie was up early and spotted its glory

This begins the passage of the special rose’s story:

 

No florist would lay a hand on the rose

No market would even get a sniff with their nose

The bountiful rose had a healing quality

Old McKenzie said it was one for humanity

 

The rose made a journey to the hospital ward

Everyone that passed remarked on the rose each adored

A man had no family, no friends, and thought he would die,

But as he saw the rose from Old McKenzie he let out a sigh.

 

“This rose is called charity, and it’s my gift to you,”

McKenzie told him, “a perfect rose, so far and few”

The man thanked him but said it would be a waste

For the rose to die there in that dreadful place

 

Old McKenzie said goodbye and left it at that

So there next to the man the rose of charity sat

The hospital staff came and went admiring the rose,

While there in the shadows was “the man no one knows”

 

The healing comfort, the feeling of love’s beauty,

Started curing the man, as was the rose’s duty

He left the ward smiling, taking with him the flower

Leaving completely healed, he felt love’s special power

 

The time in the ward gave him thoughts of a master plan:

To build back our fortress, our nation, this was our man

The soldiers came home safely with their abilities

Old McKenzie said the rose was one for humanity

 

By:  Nuala Molloy Moran c 01/01/2008

(I worked for hospitals for 17 years and I am still in healthcare)

Photo:  Google Free Images Giant Rose – Rosa Blu

 

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Love Will Live On – by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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Love Will Live On

 

Glimpses of love in sight

Hopeful promises in the night

Where eyes meet souls touch

Miracles happen, fairytales and such

 

All over the world some only look away

They start to love, then give up, call it a day

Romance is lacking color, faded hues

No love songs being written, only blues

 

Don’t let me sing the last love song

Or say loving lyrics are dead and gone

When the heart finds the right words

I know the music of love can still be heard

 

No sign in the world, sea or sky

Can demand love to fall away or die

We can look around; find the love is still there

Outshining the tragedy and cold despair

 

Love will never fade away

No matter what some people say

Love will live among our darkest days

And through the pain I imagine…

 

…Glimpses of love in sight

Hopeful promises in the night

Where eyes meet souls touch

Miracles happen, fairytales and such

 

Don’t let me sing the last love song

Or say loving lyrics are dead and gone

When the heart finds the right words

I know the music of love can still be heard…

 

…Don’t let me sing the last love song

 

By:  Nuala Molloy Moran c 05/13/2008 (revised c 05/2009)

photo c Nuala Molloy Moran

 

This was a runner up for “Song of the Year Contest” 2009.

Later I turned this into a song with Newell Bate- Penny Danger

-Number #9:   https://pennydanger.bandcamp.com/album/demo-licious

 

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My Daddy’s Eagle by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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My Daddy’s Eagle

What a beautiful inheritance and treasure I received!

My father’s Eagle stands for all he taught and told me.

Forever his majesty and love reigns in my heart.

No one can ever take that away from me.

~     ~     ~     ~     ~      ~     ~     ~

Happy Father’s Day Dad!

Nuala Molloy Moran c 05/28/2018

 

Photo by:  Nuala Molloy Moran c 2014

 

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The Day My Father was Born by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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The Day My Father Was Born

 

The day my father was born

Surely it was a sunny morn

With all the birds keeping a tune

While flowers danced in fancy bloom

 

And for sure it is this your mother did say,

“What a fine boy I’ve been blessed with on this special day!”

Your father, too, must have been proud as punch

To add this divine lad to his Irish bunch

 

If it wasn’t for my father,

What would my mother do?

When men like him

Are so far and few

 

All five children agree

When they pray

Thank God for my father

And that special day

 

And the angels in heaven knew why

They danced that morn,

‘Tis that was the day my father was born!

 

–Nuala Molloy Moran c 1997

(For Dad…10/04/1929 to 03/15/2012)

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Irish Love by: Nuala Molloy Moran

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IRISH LOVE

Rolling down the hills of Ireland entwined and laughing

Landing at the bottom in the sweet green clover

Kicking up my heels dancing a reel all around you

Singing the songs we love over and over and over

 

Irish love…beauty everywhere…Irish love…music fills the air

 

Diving into the cold but lovely Irish Sea

Kissing and splashing in the frothy spray

Sunning ourselves, delighting in a picnic

Sharing secret dreams of the past and today

 

Irish love…tenderness counts…Irish love…fun is paramount

 

Stepping up to the Giant’s Causeway

My most favorite Irish natural wonder

Which compliments you magnificently —

An intricate staircase and sky of thunder

 

Irish love…cheers to your health!  Irish love…more precious than wealth

 

Bending on one knee outside my door

With talk about seeing the preacher

Love overflows and fills our storehouse 

Thanks be to the Infinite Teacher!

 

Irish love…would never chain…Irish love…only good to gain

 

St. Patrick summed up Irish love poetically:

(Although this is not from a reliable source)

“It’s joyously unrestrained, and creeps up on you—

If it was a snake it would have bit me, of course!”

 

Irish love…Have a Happy St. Patrick’s Day!  Irish Love…Luck o’ the Irish – it’s not a cliché

–Nuala Molloy Moran c 2008

 

(Thanks to a DNA source, Nuala is 93% Irish, and also Jewish, Scottish, Welsh, British, Finnish, Scandinavian, Eastern European, Western European, and Russian – I may have left something out…

…Photo:  Nuala Molloy Moran -Hillsong United Concert c 2016

 

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