Author Archives: Bosco O'Brian

(For my friend Jim Brunsman and all who go before us…) “Lo, there do I see my father,Lo, there do I see my mother,And my sisters and my brothers.Lo, there do I see the line of my ancestors Back to the beginning, Lo, they do call to me They bid me take my place among them In the hallsContinue reading “Lo, there do I see my Father”

I whistled past the graveyard yesterday. She’s gone but lingers still in eyes and smiles of mine and other’s children. In quiet vigil, I spoke not a word while the silent anniversary of her passing broke the air. I held her grandchildren tightly as I tucked them in. I wrapped them in child blankets madeContinue reading “Noise of Silent Vigil”

The Yule log burns and all four candles glow. Past the longest night; the Son comes with the dawn. Gather now and sing the way we do. And think of those who cannot sing along. Huddled people  far and near sit alone in quiet fear. In soft candle lit rooms, we welcome warmth of friendsContinue reading “A Solstice Carol”

The icy hand of old man winter claws at me and his frigid breath doth howl and blow.  The thickening snow gathers ‘round my feet and toes, and the timid sun remains bound behind the low gray ceiling of the wintry sky.  But with the warmth of the coming spring already in my heart, andContinue reading “A winter tale”