An extract from a poem written by a dear (now sadly departed) friend. I was reading it this morning and for no particular reason thought I'd type it out and share it;
'.........
And he thought of Father Howell's saintly manner
Of raising his arms and calling angels down
As though he felt them coming; of Father Reilly,
Twenty-five years in England, son of Fermanagh,
His voice remaining impenetrable as Swahili
Reading the gospel in chapel, every word
Against his palate crashed and splintered;
A polite congregation dreaming inaudible words, dreaming
Of peace and help. And peace and help coming.
For the congregation he was one,
There to acknowledge their own, and the world's pain.
Mamy & Maggie
Right at this time I don't have any time for sentiments or (what I consider) religious crap.
Im entiteled to my opinion arnt I?
Or perhaps the mods on here don't like it?
Either way, that's my opinion!!
//but couldn't you just ignore the post rather than lash out//
Don't confuse 'lashing' with giving an honest opinion. I wasn't aware that this was a back rubbing post.
//Prayers with you and your mum//
I might be an non believer but have always accepted an act of kindness in whatever spirit it was offered so thank you.
I'd sincerely like to apologise to Khandro (and others) for posting last night. I wasn't in a good place, on meds and had a drink on top.
Please accept my apologise, there was no excuse. Also thanks to the mod who deleted my post, appreciate that. (Not often that I appreciate my posts been removed but I do on this occasion)