LUGHNASADH

 

Lughnasadh, on August 1st

Is one of the four

Gaelic seasonal festivals

Lughnasadh marks

The beginning of autumn,

The harvest season,

And the end summer

Celebrated with feasting,

Fairs and athletic contests

And the offering of First Fruits

IT’S THE END OF MY AUTUMN DAYS

 

It’s the end of my autumn days

When heavens siren sings

And amidst a russet dawn

I hear deaths silent wings

GOD SAT UPON HIS THRONE

 

God sat upon his throne

In the presence of the chosen

All was well in paradise

It was a special day in heaven

There was a quiet mutter abroad

And the flutter of Angels wings

Before a silent hush descended

And the heavenly chorus sings

GOD IS ON THE WEB

 

God is on the Web waiting for your prayer

You can easily find Him if you look around

There is no video link, Skype or live chat

But if you have faith, it will be profound

Of course, if an atheist was to click the link

It would respond with “Page not found”

WITHIN THE SILENT ECHO

 

Within the silent echo

Of the last rites

As the last words of life

Reluctantly give way

To the first words of death

God reaches out his hand

And you alluringly ascend

On comforting wings

ON MYSTICAL QUESTS

 

On mystical quests

The medieval knights

Sought the Holy Grail

They journeyed far

And widely searched

For a fine Golden cup

Bejewelled with gems

A challis fit for a King

Used at the last supper

By Christ himself

But these brave knights

Were doomed to fail

Christ did not live as a King

He was a Carpenter

And a poor carpenters cup

Would not have been

Crafted in Gold

And encrusted with Jewels

It would be a simple cup

Carved from wood

A humble vessel

For the son of God

CROSS OF THE LIVING GOD # 3

 

Cross of the living God

Shine light into the darkness

To every corner of the globe

Embellishing the starkness

 

Cross of the living God

Keep us safely in your light

Protect us every waking hour

And watch us through the night