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Friday, March 17, 2006
Ireland Patrick , the apostle of Ireland, was born at Kilpatrick, near Dumbarton, in Scotland, in the year 387; died at Saul, Downpatrick, Ireland, 17 March, 461. How good it would be to go back to Ireland – today - to breathe the freshness of its natural soul ! The Green Isles, with most friendly people and friendly smiles, outstretched hands greeting you “how are you?” and your answer spontaneously would be “and how are you?” And then friendship flowers and we may sing:  When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, they steal your heart away. Yet Ireland has a hard history. Yet the people go marching on, struggling to make this land a better home for all. Today is better than yesterday and to-morrow will be better than today, for the courage of Patrick drives us on to build a better society, at home and beyond! Corrymeela: a place of meeting of reconciliation and peace building! I lived there for just one week and it was enough to be most profoundly touched by its prayer life, in short: its life  “Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations”. George Bernard Shaw  Easter, each day, dying and living is our daily bread... till we get home at last! |