Spaloosh, step, spaloosh,
wiggle toes in sand, spaloosh -
wading Superior.
Waves were gentle, water was pretty warm, could have gone in but didn't have suit on.
Ok - this is almost too easy. I had expected to wrestle (like Jacob) with some scripture text, but then there is Jesus feeding the 5000 and Isaiah -
Now me lads and me
lasses
Sure and b'gorah but isn't it a lovely day.
And
isn't it nice to see you all here -
sure and it's a sight that
would warm the heart of the blessed Patrick himself.
But
perhaps you're after being thirsty?
won't you come and drink
water.
Perhaps you're after being hungry?
won't you come
and eat the finest bread.
And what - would you be getting out
your pocketbook?
No, no, no - there'll be no charge.
Come
lads and lasses, drink wine and milk,
for sure there'll be no
charge.
Why now would you be wasting your money on things that
are not food?
Why then would you be working hard all day
for
things that don't satisfy your heart?
Now me lads and lasses
let
you listen carefully to my words,
even as your ancestors listened to the blessed Patrick when he walked among us,
and then won't
you be enjoying the best of foods.
Now pay close attention
to my words.
Come to me and live.
Won't I be promising you
that same eternal love and loyalty
that I promised to David, and
yes, even to the blessed Patrick.
Didn't I make him the leader
of nations,
wasn't he my witness to them.
And won't you be
after calling out to nations you have not known,
and nations who
have never known you,
Won't you be calling out, and they'll come
running,
because I am the Lord,
the holy God of Israel,
and
I have honored you
Then turn to the lord.
For he can
still be found.
Call out to God, He is near.
Won't you give
up your crooked ways,
sneaking round,
thinking evil
thoughts.
Won't you return to the Lord our God.
and won't
he be merciful and be forgiving your sins.
But now, when the rain and the snow fall from
the sky-
would they be returning to me without watering the
blessed earth,
the green hills of Ireland?
No surely they
would not.
They would be after making seeds to plant
and
grain to eat,
oh the hot bowls of oatmeal,
oh the sons of Erin bread.
And aren't we grateful to the blessed Patrick that
there are no snakes in the
grass to bite at our heels when we go
to harvest the grain.
And now the words that come from my mouth
-
would they be after coming back to me
without first they
do all those things I sent them to do. No they would not.
Now
when you are set free, won't you be celebrating
and won't you be
going home in peace.
Aye, it will be such a parade -
The
mountains and the hills you pass by, won't they be singing?
and
the trees - won't they be clapping their hands?
Cypress trees
and myrtle trees
won't they grow up in the fields where now
there are only thorns.
Loviest of "flowers" (1),
the water lily opens -
a minor sunrise.(2)
(1) OK- channeling A E Housman, "Loviest of trees the cherry now
is hung with bloom along the bough...". You have to squish "flowers" into one syllable - "fluwrs". If you are not good with that you could do "Love-lest flower, the water lily......". I like the first but I'm good with either.
(2) Chanelling Loren Eisley's admonition - "In the coming darkness, look for a minor sun." (My paraphrase, I don't have the book here with me.) He was watching a spider spin a web in a streetlight one early winter night.
And a nice start for a new month!
Spaloosh, step, spaloosh, wiggle toes in sand, spaloosh - wading Superior. Waves were gentle, water was pretty warm, could ha...