How the lands of our
forebears once shone
With the iridescence of
the Gospel’s glow!
Saint Timothy illumined
northern Africa –
His body, burned alive, left
ashes
Kindled with noetic fire
That drove away the
darkness of idolatry
From a multitude of
hearts.
Saint Manire of Scotland’s
northern Highlands,
His apostolic preaching
became more powerful
Through the persecution he
endured –
His words and deeds,
crystals radiating light.
Dixie’s carelessness and
mulishness have allowed
Their memories, and many
other holy ones’,
To be lost in the black
mist of oblivion.
But our lives will never
be complete without them,
For they are sacred members
of Christ’s Body,
Filled with His Grace, and
separate from them,
We deny ourselves deifying
gifts.
How quickly should we
repent of negligence
And willful spurning of
these chosen ones,
. . .
The rest is at https://www.dissidentmama.net/a-southern-golden-age/.
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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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