It's the stick-together families that are happier by far
Then the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.
There are rich folks, there are poor folks, who imagine they are wise, and they're very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it's bitterness they harvest, and its empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.
There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam, that for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that's far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.
It's the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth.
It's the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give.
There you find the gladdest playground, there the happiest spot to live.
And O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin. Home is a place where we are together a sacred place that's deep within a place where our voices are louder than then the whispers in the wind.
We are crafted by the elements and in this place, we are some are here, and some are their but never we are far. So, when you're feeling lost stand upon your path and call up on the true ones they will hear you fast, some of are the fire and some of are the air and some are of the earth and waters everywhere.
In Gratitude and Greatly Inspired by my sister who was forged of the same fire as I and who was gracious enough to take her flame and reignite mine. I love you.
At the heart of any healthy sisterhood or family dynamic is gratitude. As I reflect in ways small and large on my experience sisters of the night and the day, “thank you” seems hardly adequate and entirely appropriate. And, in my experience, they never even asked for that. To give, without counting the cost, is perhaps the most courageous example of faith I’ve known. Thank you, Sister. Thank you.
Love, Light & Lip Gloss
Crystal Cailleach