Another Patron For Ireland:

I was travelling west .....

Through the land of  Patrick in Mayo;

driving softly secure and all day to spare

when suddenly all my tomorrows tumbled into the car:

Like wispy smoke transported to another shore!

Lifted to a place I never knew before:

A place between heaven and earth where darkness 

could not turn off the light:

Where sin retreated as I moved above;

and quietness and confidence filled the car with love.

It was extrication on a mammoth scale

as my identity seemed to weave in and out of God's garden

and His essence filled the skies! I was so alive

{Yet longing never to have to live again}

Some day I may even write about this rapture in a blog:

Some day I may tell a friend "I was snatched away"

A trial run? You laugh and say  "A pre launch! O.K. O.K."

But I forget I am but clay

and folks no longer listen to a thing I say!

and Joseph never should have shared that dream ...
And lost his cover and his coat

and languished in that pit as dead

while his brothers took his cloak instead
and spoke to Jacob 'bout his bloody death

And Mary's Joseph shared a dream and fled:

snatched away into Egypt's night.

And all in all it was a dreamy day .....

I drove the 40 miles back home again

hoping for a re run;

and lingering on the way

But no! Drudgery! Not a thing!

After my Thessalonian fling!

I felt a little like Zechariah

speechless and without a blackboard
No one to listen in this soulless hell

But oh what dreams to tell: