Hear My Heart
                            ~ more words of love
​                                                 published 10/24

​I hear you say that there are many kinds of love. It is a question that philosophers, song writers, and poets have tried to answer for centuries.  It is nebulous and solid as gold.  Yes, it is a treasure. 
 
We search for love all our lives because that is what makes us human. It looks different at different times in our lives.   It is close and then fleeting.  Some say it is magic, and yet we work hard to keep it.
 
 I think it is serious business and that doesn't sound too romantic.  Yes, it is precious and beautiful, and amazing, but it’s work.  It happens when we decide to be compromising, patient, and giving. 
 
Then, we take for granted.
~Maggie

​Hawthorns and Hedges
 
Soft Irish mornings, of faint, earthy musk,
Then lingering layers of amber, at dusk.
Misty drops of ocean spray,
Weathering cliffs along the way.
 
The Hawthorne blossoms white in May
The Burren in Ireland is rich today.
Ferns growing over walls made of stone.
The tiniest geraniums, and wildest known.
 
The road is a lane of the narrowest kind.
This is adventure like you never will find.
Songs of the birds fill the warm quiet air.
And nothing in the Burren gives slightest of care.
 

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​An obsidian cow raises his large lazy head
Happy to come to the fields to be fed.
While a milky white horse with some lambs
lowing near
Are welcoming us to a land with no fear.
 
Later its finding our bed in the town
And hoping there’s food and some craic to be found.
Listening to music and drinking some beer.
People to join us and bringing the cheer.
 
Singing the words of our favorite tunes.
Watching the people filling the room.
This is the reason we came all this way.
This is the reason we’ll come back some day.
​  ~Maggie Logan