12.31.2020

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A New-to-Me Tradition

The following image came  by email yesterday.  An Irish tradition with a postscript, said the sender.

Yes. Agreed.

A Tradition, More Familiar

From the Scottish  poet, Robert Burns.

You know the one.  It’s a line sung round the world every year on this day’s eventide.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?

If ever there were a year to ask and answer that question, this one is it.  2020.  The year when at latest count, 343,000 persons — who were here last New Year’s Eve — are no longer with us.  

Should those “old acquaintances,” friends, and loved ones be forgot and never brought to mind?   No!  Definitely not!  In fact,   Burns himself encouraged remembering, As he wrote in the chorus of “Auld Lang Syne”  (English translation) —

For times gone by, my dear. For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet

For times gone by.

Praying for health, safety, love and peace in 2021.

phschudy

Author of "Oldest Daughters: What to know if you are one, are married to one or have ever been bossed around by one." Currently writing a suspense/mystery. Blogger at patriciaschudy.com and oldestdaughter.com. Former Universal Press Synicate columnist, "Talk to Us," and free-lance feature writer for local and national newspaper and magazines, including Meredith/Better Homes and Gardens, National Catholic Reporter.

This Post Has 3 Comments

  1. Carole

    Short but sweet & so timely. Looking forward to more of these uplifting & informative blogs dear sister n 2021.

  2. Earl Hogan

    Thank you, Pat. Kindest Wishes to You and Yours for a Very Happy and Healthy 2021.

  3. Maril Crabtree

    another homage to the Irish – beloved poet John O’Donohue’s New Year’s poem. Happy New Year, Pat!

    AT THE END OF THE YEAR
    As this year draws to its end,
    We give thanks for the gifts it brought
    And how they became inlaid within
    Where neither time nor tide can touch them…
    Days when beloved faces shone brighter
    With light from beyond themselves;
    And from the granite of some secret sorrow
    A stream of buried tears loosened.
    We bless this year for all we learned,
    For all we loved and lost
    And for the quiet way it brought us
    Nearer to our invisible destination.
    JOHN O’DONOHUE

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