- Catherine Irwin
- Perth, WA, Australia
- Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Flags and Touching Words
I have a new CD to listen to when I run in the mornings. It is Brooke Fraser's latest release. The words of the signature song, 'Flags', has touched a chord with me and I wanted to share it with you.
It reminds me of the gift of friendship, of loves and lives lost and with such empathy it draws out the harshness of life, but also the promise of beauty and restoration.
Sometimes it is kind of tricky when I am running though and all I want to do is stop and have a good cry. I think if I did though I would scare our little community of neighbours. I don't think they would quite know what to do with a sobbing woman sitting on the kid's swing at the local park!
Anway here are some of the words. I hope they resonate with you in some form as well.
Blessings to you all.
Come and tell me your troubles
I am not the answer
But I am a listening ear
Reality, has left you reeling
All facts and no feeling
No faith and all fear
I don't know why good men fall
While the wicked ones stand
And our lives blow about like flags on the land
Who's there first is not important
Good intentions lie dormant
While apathy acts like an ally
My enemy and I are one and the same
I don't know why the innocent fall
While monsters still stand
I don't know why the little one's thirst
But I know the last shall be first
Of this, I am sure
I don't know why our words are so proud
Yet their promise so thin
Whilst our lives continue to blow about like flags in the wind
You, who mourn, will be comforted
You, who hunger, will hunger no more
You, who weep now will laugh again
And you, who are lonely, be lonely no more
The last shall be first
Of this, I am sure
Just reaching for the tissues again!