garden of remembrance

Back in Dublin for the first time in three years, and it’s not the same without my study abroad friends. Missing them a lot right now, actually, sitting at a hostel literally about 100 feet from my old apartment. Some of you remember, maybe, the blog I used to keep while living in Dublin, which can be found here. It’s an interesting thing to look back on.

Went to The Garden of Remembrance yesterday, which was my favorite place in Dublin, and almost cried reading that beautiful poem written on the wall.

We Saw A Vision
In the darkness of despair we saw a vision,
We lit the light of hope and it was not extinguished.
In the desert of discouragement we saw a vision.
We planted the tree of valour and it blossomed.
In the winter of bondage we saw a vision.
We melted the snow of lethargy and the river of resurrection flowed from it.
We sent our vision aswim like a swan on the river. The vision became a reality.
Winter became summer. Bondage became freedom and this we left to you as your inheritance.
O generations of freedom remember us, the generations of the vision.