Irish SouL 

Die irische Seele

 

 

"Álainn."

 

Inner Circle of Life (Thank you)

I´m proud to hear and read the messages by readers. Over twenty years I lived on the frontline of an indescribable mysterical point of my life. Now I´m standing right here at the point of an old fateful scene. But I know the lesson is learned and this is the chance to live as a free woman. I`m blessed in 2014 maybe by an angel, 2015, 2016 by fantascial docs and nurses, ... awoken as a lovely healed woman with a new chapter in my life´s book.

God blessed me in the darkness. My past is gone. Thanks, Jesus.

2017: I wanna send a big "THANK YOU" to the whole wild world. Nobody is perfect and we shouldn´t be. We are humans in higher and deeper lines of our own life. Love will bring us together. Now the Christmastime is here and I wanna send peace, love, hope and happiness to everyone. Especially to my dear ones in Germany, Ireland and the United States, my family, fans and true friends:

"You´re amazing! May every sorrow step outsight of your open lifetime circle to protect you from heartbreaking points. Ups and downs, that´s life, but don´t forget - fight for your dreams to keep yourself in balance! May God bless you until we meet us again!"

written 12/16/2017

 

© 2017 Melanie Fischer

 

 

Der Stein des Schicksals

 Alles, was du tun musst, ist in den Stein deines Schicksals gemeißelt. Vertraue auf deinen Weg, um den Sturm zu verlassen. Öffne deinen Geist, um die Kraft der Liebe zu spüren. Steh auf und kämpfe gegen den Schaden der Vergangenheit. 

Die mächtige Zukunft, ja es ist wahr, ich sehe, dein Liebster, er wartet auf dich. Glaube und vertraue auf den Himmel Gottes, schau dort hinauf, wo das Segel der Engel hoch hinaufragt, bis zum heiligen Firmament schwebt. Glaube an die Hoffnung, die Liebe und den heiligen Geist und du wirst immer deinen Weg nach Hause finden. 

 

                                           © 2017 Melanie Fischer


 

Stone of Fate

  All that you must do is written in the stone of your fate. Trust in your way to leave the storm. Open your mind to feel the power of love. 

Stand up and fight against the damage of the past. The powerful future, yes it´s true, I see, your lover, he´s waiting for you. Believe and trust in God´s heaven, look up, there where the sail of angels flying high up to the holy firmament. 

Believe in hope, love and the holy spirit and you will find your way back home.

 

                                            © 2017 Melanie Fischer


 

Sometimes

  

Sometimes it´s better to run, sometimes it´s better to wait.

Sometimes there could you see a new sign of a hopeful shining light that guides your Irish soul back home.

 

Sometimes you´re knocked down, you sit still here next the tree, sometimes you´ll stand up to fly.
You´ll open up your mind, you´ll see and hear the whispering tunes in the sky, yes, believe it - you will be healed. 
Your awaken in powerful spirit it can take you higher as it seems. 
It´s the best way to believe in these mysterical times of life. You´ve got the power, you´ll get new chances.
Feel it, trust in it and go forward - step by step.
Feel the rythm of your chances, ´cause sometimes it´s better to run, sometimes it´s better to wait.
 © 2017 Melanie Fischer


 

              Wunder sind allgegenwärtig

Öffne die Augen mit neuem Blick, verharre nie im Zorn, denn er ist dem Hass kein Dorn. 

Siehe auf und siehe die Blüte der Rose, sie ist des Liebesgefühls Mimose. 

Genieße die neue Sicht der Dinge, sauge auf die Pracht von Gottes Saat und laufe hin auf dein gutes Gelingen.

                                          © 2017 Melanie Fischer



                             Hoffnung

  Verliere nie die Hoffnung, denn sie ist das größte Lebensgut, das wir besitzen.
 Die Heilung ist zum Greifen nah, verzage nicht in der Stille, 
mach` Dich auf zu den neuen Wegen, wandere über Stock und Stein. 
Ersticke den Hass und den Frevel unserer Zeit. 
Besinne Dich auf die Gunst der hoffnungsvollen Stunde, sie wartet auf Dich. 
Vereine den Glauben, die Liebe und die Hoffnung in den Tälern, den Wäldern, den Bergen, den Gewässern und Stränden in all den Plätzen der Welt. 


Sei ein Zeuge, wie die Liebe die aufkeimende Hoffnungslosigkeit und den Hass im Keim erstickt. 

Wir sind alle eins, wir laufen über die Hürden, auf den Schultern tragen wir die Laster und Bürden vergangener Zeiten. 


Lebe im Hier und Jetzt - 
möge die Hoffnung und die Liebe in dem Zirkel der rauen Gezeiten das Licht gewinnen.


 
© 2017 Melanie Fischer

 The Power of Hope

Never lose hope, because it is the biggest property you own. The healing is close to the griffin, does not despair in the silence. Run to the new ways. 


Walk up over the hills and dales straight to the mountain sky. 
Suffocate the hatred and the crime in our times. 
Reflect on the favour of the hopeful hour, she waits only for you. 


Unite the faith, the love and hope in the valleys, the woods, the mountains, the waters and beaches all over the world. 


You will be a witness how the love may win against the germinating hopelessness, wars and the hate. 

We  are pounding us constantly about the hurdles of life. On the shoulders the vices and burdens of our past and future times. 

Live yet - may hope and love win against the storm in the circle of times! See the light!


© 2017 Melanie Fischer



Irish spirit 

Listen to your heartbeat - how does it feel? 

Do you feel the golden style of love in our Irish spirit strength?  

It´s mine, it´s yours. "Never give up," you´ve said to me before they´ve damned me, they pulled me down.

But our hope was a powerful strength, yes, from the mountain of the green fields.

 I felt it until years ago, in the forgotten desert hell. 

I´ve never been lost, because you´ll almost be a kind of golden streams in me. 

You´re always here in my dreams. Come back home, my love, without any fear. I´m here. I´m waiting for you, my soul, I´m forever yours.

Here, I remember, we´ve lost us on the Holy Earth places. 

They´ve told me, I´m a damned prisoner and I´ll never come back home. But now, my soul, my love, I´m here in Éire. Sea*, I´m at home, I´m waiting for you. 

Oh, come to me, leave all restless places, feel me, I´m here at the Irish Sea. Yes, waiting for you to be a wanderer to the Atlantic Irish side.

Éire. Sea* = Ireland. Yes.


 © 2017 Melanie Fischer


Worte der Seele 


                                      Spürst Du es, das Feuer der Hoffnung?

                          Es lodert. Der Fetzen des alten Lebens, er modert dahin.

   Das Ritual um das alte Mittel der Weisheit zeigt die Spuren, die Kraft, die es inne hat.

               Der einstige Modergeruch verlässt den kranken Körper. Du bist frei!

                                              Dein Leib, er steigt empor.

                       Die Laster der einstigen Zeit sind Deinen Händen entglitten.

                     Das neue Leben, es bebt, wie es einst der Groll des Donners tat.

                    Das Wunder des neuen Lebens öffnet die Tür der Seele für Dich!

                                                           Tritt ein! 

        Sieh, sei nie verdrossen, hadere mit dem Schicksal nicht, die Zeit greift ins Raster, 

                                              wenn denn die Zeit reif ist.


                                              © 2017 Melanie Fischer



                              Words of Soul 

                             Do you feel it, the fire of hope? It blazes beside you.

                                   The scrap of the old life boulders there.

             The ritual means, trust the old wisdom, the tracks, strength which holds it.

                       The former moldy smell leaves the ill body. You are free!

                                                   Now you can climb. 

                             The vices of the former time leave your shoulders.

                       The power of life is shaking your body as the thunder acted.

                        A miracle of new lives open the soul door for you! Walk in!

                   See, you would be never irritated. Don´t quarrel with your destiny. 

                             The time reaches in the grid, if then the time is ripe.


                                           © 2017 Melanie Fischer


 Stand up

Hope is the germ of the love, forget destiny slashes. 

Despair pulls up the ashes of storm. Never give up, stand up and pray for freedom.


 © 2017 Melanie Fischer


 Forgotten Souls


                               See, my lover is sitting next to me.  Feel his knees.

                        He´s fighting for me. I´m not alone in that damned storm. 

                                          At night I stand up, I follow the light.  

                                                 I hear his whispering tunes:

                         My love, it doesn´t matter if only we can see the beautiful tree. 

                  If only we can feel special gifts of angels, strangers in that stormy night. 

                              The stars on heaven burning to wise steps in our souls. 

                     The hope is pounding on stones. Holy lights fading up our sorrows. 

                                 Feel it, we are free to leave the country of our pain. 

                                                         And I sing:

                                      Come home, my fearless countryman. 

                                Touch with me our love of the forgotten souls. 


                                            © 2017 Melanie Fischer