Paths really fascinate me
Guess they always will,
Whether in a clover field
Or up a grassy hill,

Is it curiosity
Or will I ever know?
Why I am filled with wonder
As to where and how far they grow?


September 3 1955

Like a fragile image
That was long ago cast,
Emerging from the recesses
Of the distant past,

A tiny reflection
That once was a gleam,
Of an old memory
From a cherished dream,

Who would know how
When or where?
Only you and the memories
That still linger there.


September 8, 1966

The thirsty earth
Drinks up the rain,
Absorbing it before
It reaches the drain,

Thank you clouds
thank you rain,
Thank you dear God
again and again,

For every drop
That touches the ground
On every rooftop
All over town,

The sweet relief
From summer's heat,
Though short rested
None-the-less sweet!

For making gardens
And flowers grow,
For the cool air, that wasn't there,
Such a short while ago.


July 26 1966

Will my heavenly wings be splendid
Will they sparkle like the dew?
Will they be rhinestones and pendants
In my halo all shiny and new?

Will my halo need adjusting
Or will it fit like a glove?
I better get my order in early
To the great shop up above.

Will they likely be tarnished
Smudged, dingy, or singed?
Soiled or possibly rumpled
Without and maybe within?

Might they be too heavy
Or even a little too tight?
I am hoping and I'm praying
They'll fit and be just right.


March 16 1993

If you stand for nothing
you'll fall for anything.

Be who you are.
Don't let the world mold you.

Do what you love,
Not what the world loves.

Fight for what you believe,
not what you're told to

Hate can't drive out hate.
Only love can do that.

I can't offer anything else but free words of wisdom,
So try this on for size,
If you want to do it, do it, don't hesitate for a moment,
Or there's something that you will realize,
If you pass on a chance, that be may be your last,
Even though it might not look that way then,
If you say, I wish I could, and you could, but you don't,
It's not the start you're at but the end,
So when you look back on life be sure to listen,
For that one long hopeless sigh,
If you hear it you'll know you were afraid to fail,
Because triumph begins with a try.

Live and let live.
Live and let it go.
There's something I can't ask you.
Something I need to know.
Your memory is still haunting--
But it's not your ghost that moans.
It's the phantom of what you slayed when
You left me on my own.
You couldn't let it live.
I can't let it go.
I want to ask you why--
But I don't want to know.

There was a girl from Penny Lane
People said the was insane
But then she died
And people cried
Things has never been the same

Being wiccan is my calling it's my religion.
It is the well i drink from it quenches my souls thirst.
The god and goddess are my rulers i heed their call.
I follow the call of the elements earth, air, fire and water.
Wicca is something i can count on when i have nothing to give.
Wicca is something that gives me a sense of safety and relief.
When i know i have nothing i know i have wicca.
Blessed Be! be the the ancients for they dance with me.
The knowledge of wicca the complex magic is food for my soul.
The deities walk with me i feel their love, their protection.
No fear will tweak my soul no outer force will break my strength.
I will forever seek to learn the wiccan ways and laws,
For being wiccan is in my blood.

Written 5th July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara