There is an ancient Chapel dedicated to St Patrick which I often visit. I like to take friends and visitors there( when possible) and each time it is a blessing for us. The place is holy, graced by God and visited by His saints. There is a tangible feeling of the eternal energies breaking through time and space. It is a place which attracts people like metal to a magnet. Some are drawn by the sheer beauty of the place, some come for daily exercise or recreation and others come to pray and experience harmony with God.
At Tara today in this fateful hour
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the sun with its brightness,
And the snow with its whiteness,
And fire with all the strength it hath,
And lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path,
And the sea with its deepness,
And the rocks with their steepness,
And the earth with its starkness
All these I place,
By God’s almighty help and grace,
Between myself and the powers of darkness.
The Rune of St Patrick
Here and now.
Matthew 28:19: “Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations,
baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.”
Here, St. Patrick’s monks made toil of prayers
And shared the task to foil the demons snares,
Here on this headland of Bannavem Taburniæ,
The work of saints confer a blessing still today.
Near is that realm on high where heavenly host
Disperse the thoughts that charm us most.
Here, upon this ancient Celtic Christian place
A light shines upon the weary pilgrim’s face;
So that we may too reflect in holiness of life
Struggling human flesh in ascetic pious strife.
Here, where holy bread was broken
Lies a shadow of that most holy token
A simple meal in fellowship
A contract signed in partnership.
Here, on Britain’s western edge of land and sea
An eastern promise is fulfilled, made once in Galilee:
“Lo, I am with you always even to the end of the age.”
He is with us now, to bestow upon the simple sage
A truth perceived, perhaps a joy or word of inspiration,
To those who gather here from every nation.
Here where sea and human efforts ebb and flow
The eternal veil is lifted high on those below.
Here, where gold-red beams of sunset sink beneath the waves
Christ, the Rising Son of times past, future and of present, saves.
“What is a merciful heart? It is a heart on fire for the whole of creation, for humanity, for the birds, for the animals, for demons, and for all that exists. By the recollection of them the eyes of a merciful person pour forth tears in abundance. By the strong and vehement mercy that grips such a person’s heart, and by such great compassion, the heart is humbled and one cannot bear to hear or to see any injury or slight sorrow in any in creation. For this reason, such a person offers up tearful prayer continually even for irrational beasts, for the enemies of the truth, and for those who harm her or him, that they be protected and receive mercy. And in like manner such a person prays for the family of reptiles because of the great compassion that burns without measure in a heart that is in the likeness of God.”
St. Isaac the Syrian