Far and away from home and closer than ever before were the worries of the day. Holy triune.
Ireland's sea billows were hushed by the holy winds of St. Patrick. His early days of faith echoed against the rocky cliffs and mysterious fire in golden sunsets. Laughter bounced off green meadows and rocks. Tears from years of soWinds filled the Earth and Irish eyes empty cried for freedom. The smallvoice in Gods country quieted the ztormy Irish hearts and mistz of its holy waters.rrows made the Irish sea a divide up territory.
Stoney paths and broken kingdoms filled green pastures with stillness and restoration of the soul. Earth along Ireland sung new songs of pangs and hearts long. Joy comes from the warmth and forgetfulness of old strongholds.
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