betwixt

[godstuff]

Truth is, when you're busy, it's a case of Occupied, Working,
Travelling, Focused - it was only today after all the movement
- west, east, north, south, north, northwest;
   train, tram, car;
                                get-in, get-out -
that I actually stopped. Still.

Later on, following on from a friend's post on mindfulness
- of sorting through; of making space  - I found this:

I'd like to give a lake of beer to God.
I'd love the heavenly
Host to be tippling there
For all eternity.

I'd love the men of Heaven to live with me,
To dance and sing.
If they wanted, I'd put at their disposal
Vats of suffering.

White cups of love I'd give them
With a heart and a half;
Sweet pitchers of mercy I'd offer
To every man.

I'd make Heaven a cheerful spot
Because the happy heart is true.
I'd make the men contented for their own sake.
I'd like Jesus to love me too.

I'd like the people of heaven to gather
From all the parishes around.
I'd give a special welcome to the women,
The three Marys of great renown.

I'd sit with the men, the women and God
There by the lake of beer.
We'd be drinking good health forever
And every drop would be a prayer

Attrib. St Brigid via Nóirín Ní Riain




The internet's a wonderful place for sharing.
I so love the vivacity of this C.10th poem.
Poetry retains the knack of pulling me back; tapping into my spiritualness.

Holy Week, 2015