Monday, March 26, 2007

An Irishman's Philosophy

From Father Joe:

In life, there are only two things to worry about?

Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about,

But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about?
Either you will get well or you will die.
If you get well, there is nothing to worry about,

But if you die, there are only two things to worry about?
Either you will go to heaven or hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.

And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your
friends. You won’t have time to worry!

What Shall I Say About the Irish?

The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable,
Irish. Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He’s spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He’s wild and he’s gentle,
he’s good and he’s bad.
He’s proud and he’s humble,
he’s happy and sad.
He’s in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He’s enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He’s victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he’s Irish?
in love with his God.

Does this ever sound familiar..... Share

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

*gasp..
indeed it does