Before the Norman Conquests
Princess Emma of
Normandy
Became Queen Emma of
England
Wife to King Æthelred
the Unready
And then to Canute the
Great of Denmark
She was falsely
accused of adultery
But the night before
her ordeal by fire
As she slept in Wargrave
uneasily
Saint Swithun appeared
in a dream
To tell her she would
be set free
An old lady's eggs had been smashed
On the new stone
bridge by workmen
Swithin picked the
broken eggs up and
They miraculously
became whole again
The feast day of Saint Columba
Is an Irish National
Day
When the Irish
people
Celebrate Saint
Columba's Day
Pentecost Sunday is
The Feast of Weeks
White Sunday
Is the fiftieth day
And Marks the end
Of Eastertide
Celebrating the
descent
Of the Holy Spirit
Upon the Apostles
And all followers
Of Jesus Christ
Ascension Day
Is the fortieth day
Of Eastertide
And celebrates
With great solemnity
The Ascension of the
Lord
Let God within your heart
Fill the void of
darkness
Fill it with love and
joy
Let his love envelope
your being
Let him bring light
Where darkness once
dwelt
Let him bring love
Where hate once ruled
Let him bring
happiness
Where sadness held
dominion
At his bedside
The gentle Angel stood
Watching as a man slept,
Listening to his quiet
Shallow breath
The Angel reached out a hand
And spoke softly
“Come with me now,
It’s time to see the lord”
So sleeping no more
He left his empty body
And took the offered hand
The Angel smiled
And they began to ascend
To a better place and time.
They travelled vertically
Though not through a
tunnel,
As he was expecting,
It was more like a
chimney.
They climbed toward a
light,
Which was as expected,
And the light became ever
brighter
Until its brilliance
Became almost blinding
All at once, they emerged,
Into the land of light and love
The gentle Angel smiled
Before evaporating
into the light
And the man was surrounded
By those who had passed before
Familiar faces greeted him
Loved ones from years
past
And they introduced
him
To the delights of paradise,
Where milk and honey flowed.
Scenes of unimagined beauty,
Sweet perfumed air,
heavenly music
And Choirs of angels
singing
But what overpowered
his senses
Seeping through every
pore
Overwhelming him and
filling his heart
Was a pure everlasting
love
