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Thou Shalt Not Steal

The lanes, hedgerows and fields of our area have a special peace and beauty all of their own at this time of year. Everywhere I go I can smell honeysuckle, wild roses and the scent of all the lovely herbs that adorn this part of the Irish countryside. 1,013 more words

Elizabeth Burke

Remembering My Dad Today, 15th June 2016 – On What Would Have Been His 90th Birthday!

Today my thoughts were filled with memories of my father who was born on 15th June, 1926 and who was called home to be with the Lord on 16th February, 2011. 882 more words

Elizabeth Burke

There is a Rest for Weary Travellers

One morning after a tiring ordeal just recently, I wakened to find that the Lord had given me the words of the following little poem, which I quickly scribbled down… 343 more words

Elizabeth Burke

“Broken Purposes but Answered Prayers”

I discovered this old book quite by accident one morning this week. Written by an English lady with the unusual name of “Anna Boobbyer,” I feel that I am going to find a wealth of spiritual treasure in this antiquarian volume with its old cloth cover! 701 more words

Elizabeth Burke

Reflections on World Book Day – and the Book that Counts

“World Book Day,” despite the title of the event, is primarily associated with encouraging children to read. I was somehow not surprised by a comment on the site today: “Many children do not have access to books in their homes…” These days technological influences have brought about a situation where books, certainly in their traditional form, are becoming a thing of the past in some homes. 558 more words

Elizabeth Burke

On Irish Election Leaflets… and the Living and the Dead

In recent times we have had a variety of postmen, who perhaps are not as well acquainted as our old postman with those who live in this rural community. 1,088 more words

Elizabeth Burke

“Little Children, let no man deceive you…”

I wakened to the sound of a cold blustery wind this morning and pulling the curtains to my little bedroom window, viewed the effects of this invisible wind as it bent the ivy-covered trees in the garden. 942 more words

Elizabeth Burke