"Focail do a Chara" is Gaelic for "Words for a Friend." I write about my experiences -- in my study of death and dying, in my teaching; in my spiritual seeking; in my call for social justice and compassionate living. I hope these words find you, friend, and bless you.
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Holy one to whom I pray,
here, there, and everywhere.
May my heart see the holiness of this and all realms,
and remain awestruck at the wonder of the earth.
I visualize the day
when our world will be filled with the radiance of divine love,
a place where everyone follows love’s perfect desires for all
and where perfect loving grace and peace reigns.
May each of us have what we need each day
and may those of us who have plenty,
share with brothers and sisters who have less.
May I reconcile with those whom I have hurt
in thoughts, words, and actions,
and those who have hurt me
in thoughts, words, and actions.
May I focus my sight on the pure light of pure love
and may this light of love burn off all manners of evil,
that threaten to block the flow of love in this world.
Hello, friends, I have taken a pause from writing poetry to finish a book manuscript. I just sent it to the publisher; you can be on the lookout for it to be released in the fall ( End of Life Communication: Stories from the Dead Zone , co-authored with Dr. Jon Crane). In the meantime, to thank you for your patience as we finished the book and I now catch back up on writing poetry, here is an excerpt, from the closing chapter: Coda “The world we live in is but thickened light” (Emerson, 1904, p. 580). The team invites me to the hospital’s annual “Butterfly Ceremony,” a commemoration in memory of the children who have died at the Children’s Hospital this past year. I’m excited to go, but my interest becomes bittersweet when I notice the date. It is the 24 th anniversary of my father’s death. The memory of his death is so fresh and painful, he could have died yesterday following his 18-month struggle with prostate cancer. It is a beautiful fall day. Sunny and warm. I