Yesterday while wandering around Boston, I came The Boston Irish Famine Memorial. The plaque, which succinctly claimed who and why these people immigrated, and, most importantly, that they are now citizens of Boston, is surrounded by two statues and a few benches. A lovely spot amongst old Boston and near the site of the killing of five colonists by British regulars on March 5, 1770--known to us today as the Boston Massacre.
I wonder when we will feel called create a permanent remembrance of the children from Latin America who are fleeing here from their own famine? Maybe it will be in Boston.
I continue to 'pray the news'.
Today is St. Brigid's Day. I found this prayer in my copy of "Celtic Daily Prayer." Have also posted in until prayers and poems.
I should like a great lake of finest ale
for the King of Kings.
I should like a table of the choicest food
for the family of heaven.
Let the ale be made from the fruits of faith
and the food be forgiving love.
I should welcome the poor to my feast,
for they are God’s children.
I should welcome the sick to my feast,
for they are God’s joy.
Let the poor sit with Jesus at the highest place,
and the sick dance with angels.
God bless the poor,
God bless the sick,
and bless our human race.
God bless our food,
God bless our drink;
all homes, O God, embrace.
I’m continually amazed at how cemeteries keep me alive in very particular ways. In loving memory….. I read on to discover a father buried with his son who died at age three. All those years of sadness, loss, grief but hopefully also years of renewal, resolution, hope. The death of that young child is part of the prayer of the father’s life.
I wonder if we all have one of those life-long prayers that become part of the foundation of who we are. The prayer might come from some experience that made an enormous difference. Certainly a death can do it; maybe an incident, or the general way that someone treated us. Often the pivotal issue seems to be a negative one, but does it have to be.
I’ll think on this today as I head out for The Hill of Uisneach. I have to get the bus now.
If you follow my www.acottagebythesea.net blog you’ll know that I’m about to go on a pilgrimage to sacred sites in Ireland with some other women. I’ve written my top ten prayer list to take along on the journey. Oh, I’ll pray for others and for other situations, but I have chosen ten people to “pray without ceasing” for during the entire trip. It’s the way I always do it.
I don’t how consistent I’ll be about blogging but I’ll do my best.
Into the Realm of the Goddess:
A Women’s Pilgrimage
to Sacred Sites in Ireland
Counties Meath, Kildare and Limerick
April 11 - 17, 2011
LED BY JEAN BOLEN
A pilgrimage is an inner experience, an outer journey to another world. It is an Archetype symbolizing a search for spiritual centeredness and wholeness. It captures our imagination and unconsciously pulls us to separate ourselves from ordinary life and place for an encounter with the sacred. Read More