Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands of Lady Mary’s hair? As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too? Gay stars, little stars, you are little eyes, Eyes of baby angels playing in the skies. Now and then a winged child turns his merry face Down toward the spinning world — what a funny place! Jesus Christ came from the Cross (Christ receive my soul!) In each perfect hand and foot there was a bloody hole. Four great iron spikes there were, red and never dry, Michael plucked them from the Cross and set them in the sky. Christ’s Troop, Mary’s Guard, God’s own men, Draw your swords and strike at Hell and strike again. Every steel-born spark that flies where God’s battles are, Flashes past the face of God, and is a star.
Thank you for your kind words. Our gardens at home were full of our favourite Blue Bells. Like a faires…
A real honour to these beautiful flowers 🙂
Thank you, Sir.
Thank you for sharing this episode in history.
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Yes, I do appreciate learning. Seeking knowledge is a pleasure. Have you any articles relating to Sir Weary Dunlop. First,…
Thank you very much. This is definitely a man worth learning from!
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