Was there really chaos in
the world?
It seemed distant to
Constantius Lee,
Riding amidst the
mountains’ beautiful scenes.
But that turmoil, unhappily,
was all too real,
The combined
Ukraine-Taiwan War had gone amiss,
Predictably, thanks to
DC’s lunatic analysts.
The union had collapsed;
survival was a struggle.
Violence and disorder held
heavy sway
In many States. Seeing his Southland in such disarray,
Constantius embarked on a
journey
To make her well, a quest
to find the relic
That could unite all Dixie
and calm her cholic:
The Apostle Andrew’s holy
right hand,
Brought to North American
shores fifteen-hundred
Years before, when Saint
Brendan the Voyager led
His Celtic monks across
the sea in a leather boat.
Recalling the legend, he
saddled his horse,
Bowed in prayer, girded on
his forebear’s golden sword,
And set their course for
the Ridge and Valley Mountains,
Where the Ogham script in
West Virginia had been found.
As they neared the place,
the verdure did abound,
A land a-glow in emerald
greens of leaf and needle,
A bewildering tapestry of
beauty,
Of cedar, oak, willow,
dogwood, cherry,
And others, too, so
delightfully interwoven
He could scarcely keep in
mind the end he sought.
But then one night, in the
moon’s silver light, he thought
In the distance there
stood a human structure
Atop a towering peak. He urged his steed
To quicken pace, and soon
stood before a temple grand indeed.
All of wood with an
ancient bearing, it blended
Perfectly with the trees
surrounding, as though
No separation among them
could be owned.
. . .
The rest is at https://www.dissidentmama.net/constantius-lee/.
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Holy
Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema
to the Union!
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