Wednesday, May 18, 2016

This Same Wind Still Shakes The Barley

(above, William Burns' words to is son, Robin,. Below, William Burns death)

(The Book The Wind That Shakes The Barley is fiction based on historical fact, described below...)
no matter how many centuries pass, this same wind still shakes the barley...

What peace our fears console
At the mercy of Love’s Sublime
Time’s numbered ages roll

…and though man’s unbelief may boast
And toast confusion’s pride
They cannot sway Love’s Uttermost

Be careful then and prayerful too
For this life that we have
Though stoppered at the grave

For all we cannot see, then trust
In He who knows The Whole
The eulogy of ‘dust to dust
Is not spoke of the soul

…but when Death leads us through earth’s sod
Then we will see in full
The faithful promises of God

© Janet Martin

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