An Irish Welcome

Céad Míle Fáilte friend and rover ...
Wherever you come from and whosoever you may be.
That's an Irish greeting and it means

you are welcome
a thousand times over.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Sweet dreams - sleepless nights

Your luxury somehow gets in the way of your senses.
But I am sorrowful even on minor things.
For sin is an estrangement from God.

How should I bear God, in a state of loss?

For you, sleep is satisfying, and you lay down on both sides.
Sweet are the dreams that mirror the day's events.
You drink, you dice, you clutch, you flirt, you laugh.

For me, the greater part of life is sleepless.

For pains stab at me even when I lie resting,
and when I do snatch a little sleep, I weep.
And the rude night's appearances frighten me,
the judgement, a judge not well-disposed to me, while I stand
   there trembling;
here a fountain with fire unquenchable boiling;
there, a worm forever gnawing;
in the middle, conscience, an unwritten prosecutor.
But God is my support and consolation,
when I am hungry, shivering, and in straits.

Go on, act tough, beat up on me, call me low-born and poor,
stomp and push; you won't be acting tough much longer.

By God I endure all things, and it's to Him I look.

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