Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Talking and Long Stories ~ Irish 8th Century

All alone in my little hut without any human
being in my company, dear has been the
pilgrimage before going to meet death.

Making holy the body with good habits, treading
it boldly down: feeble tearful eyes for forgiveness
of my passions.

Stepping along the paths of the gospel, singing
psalms every hour: an end of talking and long
stories: constant bending of the knee.

My creator to frequent me, my Lord, my King,
my spirit to seek him in the eternal kingdom
where he is.

All alone in my little hut, all alone so, alone I
came into the world, alone I shall go from it.





8th of 9th Century Irish  ~ Author Unknown 

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