On Monday will come the great storm--Carmina Gadelica
Which the airy firmament will pour,
We shall be obedient the while,
All who will hearken.
On Tuesday will come the other element,
Heart paining, hard piercing,
Wringing from pure pale cheeks
Blood, like showers of wine.
On Wednesday will blow the wind,
Sweeping bare strath and plain,
Showering gusts of galling grief,
Thunder bursts and rending hills.
On Thursday will pour the shower,
Driving people to blind flight,
Faster than the foliage on the trees,
Like the leaves of Mary’s plant in terror trembling.
On Friday will come the dool cloud of darkness,
The direst dread that ever came over the world,
Leaving multitudes bereft of reason,
Grass and fish beneath the same flagstone.
On Saturday will come the great sea,
Rushing like a mighty river;
All will be at their best
Hastening to a hill of safety.
On Sunday will arise my King,
Full of ire and tribulation,
Listening to the bitter talk of each man,
A red cross on each right shoulder.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
It's Raining Down in Texas
So this seemed an appropriate sentiment for the equinox.
Posted by Rmj at 8:41 AM