MARCH 2007 Issue
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My Dear Brothers,
Many times the world around us robs us of our Peace of mind and we seek a moment of solitude and solace. I thought I would Share this poem with you before you plunge into another day.
Poem in a tropic twilight
Behold your Master in the realms above
With outstretched arms and heart of love
Behold your Creator, encompassing all
Who loves each creature, large and small
The purple blue of the deepening night
Hides not our souls from His searching sight
To you who travel here beneath
This to you the Lord bequeath
A glistening dawn, a bright new day
Meadows green on which to lay
The dimming twilight, the moon’s blue light
The peaceful sleep, through a troubled night
This and more He gives to you
In return you have one thing to do
Love the Lord with all thy soul
Live your neighbor, share thy bowl
Then join the Master in the realms above
Eternally rest in His heart of love
Look to the heavens and you will see
How eternally happy you were made to be
Vivat Jesu’
SK John P. Mulrooney PGK
Saint Joseph’s Day:
In the month of March we celebrate our Irish Ancestry with parades, dances and traditional Irish meals honoring Saint Patrick while almost totally ignoring the foster father of our Lord. The New Testament shares little information about Saint Joseph following the birth of Jesus. We know that Joseph does not appear in Jesus public life, at His death or resurrection. We also know that he followed God’s commands without question, something that could not have been easy for a working man in that time.
THE IRISH CORNER:
The Shamrock:
In Irish tradition of the Shamrock or three-leaf clover represents the Holy Trinity. One leaf is for the Father, one is for the Son and one is for the Holy Spirit. When a shamrock is found with the fourth leaf, it represents God’s grace.
Dear Little Shamrock:
There’s a dear little plant that grows on our Isle
T’was Saint Patrick himself sure that set it.
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little shamrock of Ireland
Blarney Stone:
According to Irish legend, if you kiss the Blarney Stone, you’ll receive the gift of eloquence. The stone, in the village of Blarney, Cook County, Ireland, is not easy to kiss, however. You have to hang upside down to do it.
Easter 1916:
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
An Irish Prayer:
May those who love us, love us;
And those who don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts:
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles
So we’ll know them by their limping.
Saint Patrick’s Day:
Saint Patrick’s Day is with us,
The day when all is seen
From right and left
And everywhere is green, green, green.
I’ll wear the Irish shamrock,
In my coat the glad day through,
For my mother and father are Irish
And I am Irish, too!
Final Words:
A world of wishes at your command,
God and His angels close at hand,
Friends and family, their love impart,
And Irish blessings in your heart!
La’ Fhe’ill Pa’draig Sona Daoibh!
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to all
Ken Lyons, Editor
