Fade To Black . . .

As the sun set upon the old Sage, he heard a chorus of angels and the distant sound of silver clarions welcoming him home. He shut his eyes and slowly slipped away into serenity.

Ronan had finally found his place of peace and was home at last . . .
forever after.

True Measure . . .

The Sage had heard a Siren’s song and fell in love. Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. He had found love and was beloved by his family and friends.

After all is said and done, that is the true measure of a man. He had found the Truth and had been redeemed by the Love of his children . . . and that was the Beauty of it all.

In a lifetime full of heartache and happiness, he was very blessed to have his four wonderful children as his legacy of love.

Windborne . . .

Once the Sage was turned away from warmth of hearth and home, deeply disheartened, left out in the cold. Sleeping beneath a starry sky, the softly falling cherry blossoms ~ windborne by the breeze.

Through his travels and travails he had gained experience, knowledge, wisdom and compassion. In spite of all his trials and tribulations he kept his good nature, sense of humor and understood the irony in his life.

Beheld in Awe . . .

Ronan had taken the “Grand Tour” and many times was beheld in awe as he gazed upon the most magnificent architecture of antiquity. He saw masterpieces in museums and art galleries all around the world.

All those precious memories would one day be “lost in time, like his tears in the rain”, but they were his to cherish for that fleeting moment.

The City of Light and La Citta Eterna . . .

Ronan had danced all night long with a gorgeous girl in Paris, then strolled along the Left Bank and sipped espresso from a sidewalk café. He saw the sun rise over the City of Light from the crest of the Sun King’s bridge.

He had been to many great castles and cathedrals and retraced a forefather’s footsteps to look upon his ancestral land from high atop the Acropolis. Another adventuring ancestor had traveled from the north of Italia to halfway around the world to start his family lineage. On Ronan’s return he threw three coins into the Trevi Fountain, revered the Florentine Renaissance, rowed the Canals of Venice, drove along the cliffs of the Almalfi Coast, saw the Colosseum and the glory that was Rome.

Climb Every Mountain . . .

Upon awakening, the old Sage realized how fortunate he had been to have traveled to so many glorious and far away places. He had seen such sights as the Aurora Borealis while flying through the clouds. He saw sunsets on the beaches of both oceans and three seas. He had followed every rainbow over four continents ~ until he found his dream.