The Heelers Diaries
the fantasy world of ireland's greatest living poet
- Name: heelers
- Location: Kilcullen (Phone 087 7790766), County Kildare, Ireland
Saturday, November 27, 2010
This morning I was woken by a roll of thunder.
It was the loudest thunder I had ever heard.
It made me think of the end of the world.
The Korean situation and Al Qaeda and the agents of Satan had been much on my mind.
The thunder sounded to me like the loudest thing I had ever heard and therefore like just the merest whisper of God.
It seemed to me he was saying: There is still time.
Still time to allow forgiveness into our hearts.
Still time to turn from evil.
Still time to rejoice in the light of God's mercy, God's light, God's beauty, God's truth and God's love.
But the hour is getting late.
Friday, November 26, 2010
the name that is named shall be nameless etc etc
"Have you given a name to your new robin?" quoth Doctor Barn.
"I have," sez me.
"What did you call him?" wondereth Doctor Barn.
"Robin," sez me.
"Original," murmureth Doctor Barn drily.
"It's short for Robindranath Tagore," sez me with unmistakeable aplomb.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
the good news
The son of the Hebrew God became a human being in order to suffer for us and save us. He was murdered but he conquered death. By his victory every single person on the planet is offered the glory of eternal life.
Oh and my cousin Helen just had a baby.
Monday, November 22, 2010
the first prayer
I wondered when I would start praying to my mother as a saint in heaven.
Then this week during a quiet moment, without even really realising what I was doing, I found myself murmuring: "Mam, keep an eye on Helen while she's having her baby."