Monday, April 21, 2014

Monday Music: The Foggey Dew



Monday, April 24, 1916 was the beginning of the Easter Rising, an armed resistance by the Irish against oppressive British rule. The movement was quickly squashed by the British, but in the aftermath support for an independent Republic of Ireland became more solidified. An article in Wikipedia states: “A few months after the Easter Rising, W. B. Yeats commemorated some of the fallen figures of the Irish Republican movement, as well as expressed his torn emotions regarding these events, in the poem Easter, 1916. Some survivors of the Rising went on to become leaders of the independent Irish state and those who died were venerated by many as martyrs.” (You can read Yeats' poem here)

“The Foggy Dew,” an Irish ballad commemorating the Easter Rising, was written in 1919 by Canon Charles O’Neill, a parish priest from County Down. The song is performed her by Sinead O’Connor with The Chieftains for their album The Long Black Veil.

    



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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Sunday (Daybreak)


Paschal Triduum: A Personal Journey

Easter Morning



Daybreak
(A Song of John)

I can’t stay in there –
Not with all those bells ringing
And people singing.
I am sickened by mindless joy.

A walk along the beach will help.
There was no sleeping last night;
Things are cloudy and dim today –
Mist out upon the water
And fog in my mind.

There is a fire up ahead
Back from the shoreline.
Smoke rises beyond the knoll.
As I approach,
I see a man tending the fire.
Drawing nearer, I see who he is.
I saw him once before,
But later told myself it was a dream.
Now here he is again.
The fog in my head jolts for a second.

“Have some fish,”
The man says,
Taking some fresh catch off the fire.

“I can’t eat.”

“You need to eat,” the man urges.
“It will do your body good
     – maybe shake that fog out of your head.”

“I don’t know...”

“It will let you know you are not dreaming.”

I stop to take a small bite.
“So now they are calling you
The Luminous One,”
I say to my friend.

“Perhaps there is truth in that,”
He responds with a comforting smile.
“We all carry light.”

                                        ~ CK


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“Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus…When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.” (John 21: 4, 9)

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Photo: Kinnereth (Sea of Galilee), Israel
Credit: Zachi Evenor
Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Holy Saturday (The Welcoming)


Paschal Triduum: A Personal Journey

Holy Saturday (Interlude)

 

The Welcoming

God is like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.
God is like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.

Am I too old to come back?
Could I retrace those steps?

God is like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.

Am I too old to come back?
She hears the question
Because God is more than a welcoming mother.

Is it too late?
She hears the question
Because God is more than a welcoming mother.

God is a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.
She hears the question
Because God is a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.

In the silence of our despair
As we question the world around us
God is like a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.

She bends down like a welcoming mother
     Holding creation close.
She moves like a vibrant woman
     Ready to return.

                                                     ~ CK

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"…how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings…"
                                                                                                                              (Matthew 23:37)

"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!" (Isaiah 49:15)

"But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother." (Psalm 132:2)

"When Israel was a child, I loved him... I was to them like those who lift infants to their cheeks, I bent down to them and fed them... How can I give you up, Ephraim?  How can I hand you over, O Israel? .... my compassion grows warm and tender." (Hosea 11:1,4,8)

"For wisdom is more mobile than any motion; because of her pureness she pervades and penetrates all things. She is a breath of the power of God, and a pure emanation of the glory of the Almighty."
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 "Lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come."
(Song of Solomon 2:11,12)


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Photo: A view from Chung Shan (Middle Mountain) near Guangzhou, China (formerly known as Canton)
Credit: Charles Kinnaird


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