Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Rest in peace.

The world's longest serving priest passed away on Christmas day. Eternal grant unto him, oh Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace.

5 comments:

KitBrookside said...

I left this over at the original poster's blog:

An Irish Legend

Whoever’s born on Christmas
Is favored from the start;
Has laughter and good fortune
And a contented heart;
Is loved by noble company,
Has all that should suffice.

But he that dies on Christmas
Goes strait to paradise.

Someone sent this to us after my husband's grandmother died on Christmas several years ago, and I think it's lovely...

-Kit

KitBrookside said...

PS forgive the typo -- it's a cut and paste from the old email!

Mrs Jackie Parkes MJ said...

May he rest in peace..

Long-Skirts said...

HIS
BREVIARY
BATTERED

In the fifth,
Two thousand six,
Melts the wax
Of candle sticks.

May moon, full,
Begins to wane,
Shadows race
Across the plain

Reaching gulfs,
The ocean tides
Break on beach
Where pride presides.

Cassocked in,
The thickest fog,
Plodding cross
The marshy bog.

Maddening moons,
Through the fire ---
Near the depths
He wends on higher.

Many years,
Breviary tattered,
Deep in mists
His strength unshattered.

'Gainst black storms
Wet linen heavy,
Soul after soul...
Gives his life for each bevy.

And when he is called,
Because souls really mattered,
He will enter Reward...
With his breviary battered.

Eternal rest grant unto him, Oh Lord.

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