The first Sunday of Advent

Shine a light

By: Eyvind Skeie

(Translated from Norwegian to English by yours truly)

Shine a light, a light will shimmer

For our beloved Home.

The star on the horizon

Where all of us belong.

May hope be everlasting

Promising us love.

May Heaven meet our heartbeat

And find in us a home.

Some news and an apology

Dearest Friends!

First I want to say to those of you who have blogs of your own: I am so sorry that I have not been to visit your blogs lately! It is all related to the news, which is: I am moving! I have been living more or less like a nomad lately, but have now decided to settle down in one place for a while. Much of this is due to the pandemic, and because of the pandemic moving is also more challenging than normal. I am not making the final move until a month from now, but there is lots to do and prepare before that and that is why I have not been so active here on my own blog and on your beautiful blogs as well. I hope this will change soon, though! I am moving to a house by the sea on an island, closer to my family and friends, but still with a chance of being on my own to write and paint. I will tell you more about it later.

Have a lovely lovely week everyone!

And thank you for being here even though I have not been able to make return visits! That means a lot to me!

Lots of love from me to you!

When the days ahead are misty

When the days ahead are misty,

No birds, no sun, no horizon,

Only pasturing clouds blocking

The shimmering view,

When the nights expand their hours

Like an endless starless sea

And your heart feels like a mellow sunset

Farewelling its summertime quest,

Remember your soul is the captain

Immune to the darkness ahead.

A world that matches the soul

Some say I am lost in a dream,

in a world that does not exist.

But they are wrong. It does exist.

In the deep forests, the vast lakes,

the sparkle of the sea,

the blossoming of a wildflower.

They sit in their glass and steel offices

and laugh at me, calling me a child.

But one day, when life forces them to see,

really see through their eternal eyes

and not the cultured mind,

they will not laugh any longer.

For I believe that a world that matches the soul

is not a dream, but the real world.

The world that was always meant to thrive

before humanity learned to close their eyes

and call reality a dream.