Lady of Knock Shrine, Knock, County Mayo Cathy Maguire sings in St. Patricks Cathedral, NY

Sessiun Players Who Have Gone But Are Not Forgotten
``To Be Forgotton is to die twice``

French philosopher Paul Ricoeur

There were people of all ages gathered ’round the gable wall poor and humble men and women,little children that you called we are gathered here before you, and our hearts are just the same filled with joy at such a vision, as we praise Your Name

Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland, all my cares and troubles cease as we kneel with love before you, Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace

Though your message was unspoken, still the truth in silence lies as we gaze upon your vision, and the truth I try to find here I stand with John the teacher, and with Joseph at your side and I see the Lamb of God, on the Altar glorified

Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland, all my cares and troubles cease as we kneel with love before you, Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace

And the Lamb will conquer and the woman clothed in the sun will shine Her light on everyone and the lamb will conquer and the woman clothed in the sun, will shine Her light on everyone

Golden Rose, Queen of Ireland, all my cares and troubles cease as we kneel with love before you, Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace Lady of Knock, my Queen of Peace

“Death is Nothing at All” by Henry Scott Holland, an English clergyman, was written in 1910. The poem was popularized by the Carmelite monks in Tallow, County Waterford. It is a uniquely calm and moving poem about death and often quoted, most recently at the funeral service of Irish American business leader Don Keough in March 2015.

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect. Without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you. For an interval. Somewhere. Very near. Just around the corner. All is well.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a n-anamacha.
(May they rest in peace.)

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