(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
That Time could not annul
© Janet Martin
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