Following Jesus in rejecting empire
Mr. Byrne has helped Delaney to create a moon garden. “’Tis best to enjoy Foxglove and White Nancy and the like in moonlight. They ‘ave a tender white flower what’s blooming only at night.” And so, Delaney has grown fond of gardening in the moonlight. No one to interrupt her thinking, and a moon garden…
“Oh, Sister Mary Eunice,” Delaney exclaims, “this morning is glorious. I think I should read to you outside before my shift begins. What do you think?” The Sister lies blank-eyed upon her bed, but Delaney can read the subtle variations in her face. “I thought you might.” She says, and she pulls the Sister into…
When the grove of druids is assembled near Blackrock that evening there is a steady rain so that no ritual fires can be lit. It is a small community of not more than 40 druids. Men and women who occupy all stations of life living and work around Dunleer, Dundalk and Drogheda. Most are in…
Mr. Pankow lifts the manila envelope from the mail cart. It is tied shut by a string wound about grommets, one on the lip and another on the body. He pulls Cosgrove’s will from the packet and scans it quickly, then slips it back in and delivers it to the filing office where a thick…
Mr. Alexander Cosgrove signs the typed document before his lawyer, Mr. McCowan, who in turn places his own signature above the “witness” line. They peel the copy from the carbon paper. “I’ll put the original on file with our firm.” McCowan says, folding the original and putting it in his breast pocket. “I’m glad you’re…