The twelve peers
Champions of legend
Companions of
Charlemagne
Frankish warrior
heroes
The brave paladins
Slayers of the moor
Scourge of the Saracen
hordes
Thorn in the Emir’s
flesh
Legends of Christendom
Righting wrongs
With sword and lance
Fighting for the just
Soldiers of Christ
Soldiers of the light
Heroes of the empire
Angels of the choir
Is this the sound of heaven?
Such sweet emanations’
Heaven sings out
Each note
Plucks at my heart
Lifts my soul
Then elevates me
Carrying me away
On a choral wave
Of sweet rapture
Then upon the final note
Of purest clarity
I return to earth
The feast day of Saint Patrick
Is Ireland’s National Day
When the Irish people
Celebrate Saint Patrick's Day
At the end I am serenely at peace
In the moments of my
final hour
I feel the presence of
the Lord
Who gently plucks me
like a flower
Faith is like electricity
You can’t see it
But you can see the
light
That emanates from it
Wear your smile
Enjoy Life
If only for awhile
Enjoy the moment
It’s a special gift
That’s heaven sent
Life and death
Are separated
By a single breath
Then more or less
In an instant
Nothing-ness?
Then the sight
At the tunnels end
Of heavens light
Humanists and atheists
Refute God’s existence
But in all honesty
They mount a futile
resistance
Because for all their
vehement
Creation of fuss
The great lord God
Believes in them as
well as us
