Years ago, we were hooked on a TV series called Ballykissangel that we got from Netflix.
The first series had numerous episodes…and the characters became like family. We enjoyed their antics and we shared in their disappointments. We laughed at the ridiculous things that happened and we were overjoyed at the weddings and births. But we also mourned the death in the show of one of the main characters. It was totally unexpected and we sat dazed – shocked that the writers literally brought that character to an untimely demise.
After the funeral, all the friends gathered on a hillside to remember thoughts or funny stories about their friend who died. It was a typical Irish wake with the singing, poetry and drink.
One man recited the following poem by Yeats and I just thought it was so beautiful I wanted to share it with you.
and silver light,
The blue and the dim
and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths
under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams
under your feet;
Tread softly because
you tread on my dreams.