Wha’ be th’ recompence faur yer soul?
Wha’ be th’ value tha’ ye place upon it?
Whaur be stowed away thy hidden treasure?
Whaur be th’ keeper awe th’ gate?
Who wull be standing by yer side
Whe’ th’ battle drums are rattled.
Who spares a token faur th’ tiller man?
When yer eyes are weak an’
yer breathing be shallow?
Thare will be nae judgement
On this side foor th’ good an’ th’ evil
Yee have done.
Thair will be nae shame,
Only passing momen’s
Till yee breathe nae mair
Thair will be nae flamin’ chariots,
Nae cherubim tae lead th’ way.
You cannah touch His han’
yee cannah heer His voice.
Yee cannah use yer voice
An’ yee cannah use yer tears.
Bairns Awe th’ Lord
Will be yer new name
In th’ land o’ Tir Nan Og.
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About jedwardnajera
I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession.
My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium.
He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years.
Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures.
I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
