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O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass

Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along

I joined the brotherhood My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history

Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory

I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure

And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well

And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee

On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky

Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries

Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead

O light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
-"Skellig" - Loreena McKennitt-
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I started this about three weeks or so ago when things weren't as looking as hopeful as they are now. Since I started this piece, many parts of my life have come back together and a lot of hurts have mended. I'm looking at the world differently now, and it's a beautiful thing.

This piece was meant to be an emotional release and a time for reflection. It is also reminiscent of an older piece that many have come to love over the years: [link]

Sometimes you just have to surrender to hope because that is the only way you can find strength. Keep hope, keep faith, and always let your heart soar to the place where it is truly free. Never let yourself be unable to feel, though numbness may seem a safe haven. That was my struggle. I hurt and I didn't want to feel anymore. But, I could still feel such beautiful things, and I was not ready to surrender those to the darkness. And, because of that, things have turned around and are in the process of becoming even more beautiful.
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The birds take flight beneath the silver moon,
As the hourglass topples
And the candles lose their shape.
Time is passing and the hurt will fade,
The sorrows will become but a whisper of the past
Carried away by the ocean winds.
The tides turn over new grains of sand,
And they pile upon the old,
Covering what is worn and faded
With what is bold and golden in the candlelight.
Light the candles now,
Send up a prayer, a dream, a hope,
And surrender to yourself.
Deep, deep, deep within the entire earth becomes alive,
And your heart will beat with the wings of the birds.
_______________________________________________
Image and The Wanderer copyright Ashley Mutek.
Mechanical Pencil on Bristol Board.
March 25, 2009.

Description
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass

Sit here by my side
For the night is very long
There's something I must tell
Before I pass along

I joined the brotherhood My books were all to me
I scribed the words of God
And much of history

Many a year was I
Perched out upon the sea
The waves would wash my tears,
The wind, my memory

I'd hear the ocean breathe
Exhale upon the shore
I knew the tempest's blood
Its wrath I would endure

And so the years went by
Within my rocky cell
With only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them well

And so it came to pass
I'd come here to Romani
And many a year it took
Till I arrived here with thee

On dusty roads I walked
And over mountains high
Through rivers running deep
Beneath the endless sky

Beneath these jasmine flowers
Amidst these cypress trees
I give you now my books
And all their mysteries

Now take the hourglass
And turn it on its head
For when the sands are still
'Tis then you'll find me dead

O light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
-"Skellig" - Loreena McKennitt-
_______________________________________________

I started this about three weeks or so ago when things weren't as looking as hopeful as they are now. Since I started this piece, many parts of my life have come back together and a lot of hurts have mended. I'm looking at the world differently now, and it's a beautiful thing.

This piece was meant to be an emotional release and a time for reflection. It is also reminiscent of an older piece that many have come to love over the years: [link]

Sometimes you just have to surrender to hope because that is the only way you can find strength. Keep hope, keep faith, and always let your heart soar to the place where it is truly free. Never let yourself be unable to feel, though numbness may seem a safe haven. That was my struggle. I hurt and I didn't want to feel anymore. But, I could still feel such beautiful things, and I was not ready to surrender those to the darkness. And, because of that, things have turned around and are in the process of becoming even more beautiful.
_______________________________________________

The birds take flight beneath the silver moon,
As the hourglass topples
And the candles lose their shape.
Time is passing and the hurt will fade,
The sorrows will become but a whisper of the past
Carried away by the ocean winds.
The tides turn over new grains of sand,
And they pile upon the old,
Covering what is worn and faded
With what is bold and golden in the candlelight.
Light the candles now,
Send up a prayer, a dream, a hope,
And surrender to yourself.
Deep, deep, deep within the entire earth becomes alive,
And your heart will beat with the wings of the birds.
_______________________________________________
Image and The Wanderer copyright Ashley Mutek.
Mechanical Pencil on Bristol Board.
March 25, 2009.