An t-àm a d`hfhalbh -(Past), by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for Anna Lorena

The Old Ways
	You teach me 
	Of the days long gone
	Of a respect for the Earth
	You hide me
	From enemies who seek
	From a torturous world
	You carry me
	Through the troubled times
	Through the quagmire of life
	You guide me
	With age old resolution
	With knowing love
	I respect you
	I do not worship you
	I keep you in my heart
	I wear you on my sleeve
	I celebrate you
	And spread
		your teaching
		your cover
		your care
		your guidance
		your love
	To all the children of the Earth
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:40:41 UTC

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