Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • For you especially. . .

    The Roses Are For You. . . I tell you true. You were known before you came here to this vast land. A waste for some, a paradise for others, for one a dim place and for another the sun shines. You took upon your Spirit a work, a job, looking to make a difference.…

  • Attitude of Gratitude. . .

          Simple Things . . . There is comfort in the simple things. . . the cup of hot coffee in a favorite cup, the warm bathrobe, threadbare though it is, the slippers, warm and high around the ankles, the fire in the grate lit by a device with a flick of the…

  • A Sacred Leaning. . .

      A Sacred Leaning. . . When I  understood the meaning of the words begat and borne and unearth and wrote this, I wept.  It was then I realized that for me the poignancy of creating life was not so for everyone.  The school of thought then was that it was all biology.  Until we…

  • This Road Traveled. . .

    It was a very vivid dream and I wrote of it in detail.  I was moving the garden hose on the front lawn and looked up and David was walking up the sidewalk.  Oh David,  you are alive and well I said,  and he said it is a wonder.  They make as many mistakes as…

  • Little Mercies. . .

        Little Mercies. . .   Dickens said. . . ‘I wear the chains I forged in life’ For better or worse we forge them link by link.  And I like to think they are good habits of ours that I call little mercies or the more common,  tender mercies.  I felt this many…

  • Think It Through. . . .

    Think It Through. . . All thought which holds the life’s crucible for an Other’s well being is prayer.  Any conversation which holds the good of Others in its heart is prayer. ***** What seems like a tragedy in the absurd and obscure is indeed a well thought out and prescribed drama. . . oftentimes.…

  • The Global House. . . running toward a truth. . . .

    The Cost Of Life. . . Priceless Some old beliefs are a security blanket that have been dragged along through centuries and already are thread bare.  The nap has been plucked off by nervous fingers tightly holding to isolation and keeping those not like us outside the circle.  Some beliefs need to be kept and…

  • New Glimpses and Compensation. . .

      Compensation. . . There was a time when summer was upon us that I was scurrying to order wood so that it would have a full season to dry.  I was also then listening intently for the cicadas to start their mating call because I knew that the first frost was due 6 weeks…

  • Back Talk. . .

        Back Talk. . .   I say. . . Give me time. . . You say. . . I already have. How much time do you need? I say. . . Just a little more. I never had time to do what my soul yearned to do. You say. . . But you…

  • Connections. . . everything teaches. . .

        The Dinner Table . . . Everything Teaches. . . There was a little boy who sat at the holiday table with all the family and their friends.  The table was set with the white cloth and the numbers of gathered friends were many.  The little boy sat high on his chair and…