Light Within, The (2024)

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Oh, poor thing.

There's special providence in the fall of a star.

Father, look.

Can I bring him inside?

Sorry, darling.

Lydia, you must pray for your sister.

Is there nothing we can do?

Only God can secure a full recovery at this stage.

I fear that Margret will soon join your mother,

now gathered onto the Lord.

- Father.

- Wooh!

Has your sense of charity abandoned you today?

I do not speak your tongue,

but I hope this small offering provides you some nourishment

in the name of the Holy spirit.

I understand your tongue well enough.

Hey, my sister, heed.

She has the sight.

You need to make an offering to the S, the fairies.

Take this

and hang it to the Hawthorn tree in Cluan na S.

Otherwise, they'll take the pale one.

Lydia, come away.

This does not concern us.

Lydia, this is none of our concern.

Friends.

I feel called upon to tell you of an opening gifted to me

by way of reflection.

Only this past week we have lost many,

and we've all witnessed those gathered unto God.

When we look at the bodies that have lost the flame of life,

we see what waits in stall for us all.

Yet what makes this life so precious

is that of the quiet seeker

who walks amongst us all and sees the light within,

far from crushing us.

It serves to remind us of the beauty of life.

Has she not ailment enough

without these local pisegs to complicate her condition.

They mean well, I think.

I understand that we abide with our Catholic brethren with equanimity,

but their customs, their adherence to indigenous superstition, it...

dilutes the communion with the light that resides in all,

and in whom we profess our souls.

We hold respect in all expressions of faith.

Is this not our mission, Father?

To live our faith in purity as they live theirs?

This edict you have instilled in us.

Yes.

Yes.

I guess belief in deities, charms, this so-called fairy realm,

deflection in the beauty of Christ's presence.

If the fairies do exist,

if the fairies do exist,

- might they harm Margaret?

- Enough.

I know I place much responsibility on your shoulders.

You are the woman of the house now.

And in this burden, prudence finds favour in

placing your attention in the modalities of this world alone.

Margret?

Margret?

Margret, you startled me.

You should remain inside.

There's a chill in the air.

What's wrong?

It's time to release him.

Are you sure?

Brings such comfort.

Seems he does not want to leave you yet.

Let's get you inside.

Mr. Whigham,

I must apologise for I was attending with my daughter yesterday.

Robert,

please understand that your family is always welcome in this community.

But with Margret's contagion, we cannot risk the children.

Not until that risk is quailed.

Very well.

You had no choice.

How do you feel?

I heard music.

You were dreaming, sister.

I missed my monthlies again.

It will return.

I do not bleed every month myself.

It is quite natural.

What music did you hear?

I know, let's sing.

Yes, let's sing.

Bushes and Briars?

I'll start and you do the harmony line.

Through bushes and through briars

I lately made my way

All for to hear the small birds sing

And the lambs to skip and play

Sister, the old hag's words, they frightened me.

Yes.

They worry me also.

But my abiding feeling is that you're going to get better.

It can do no harm to hang the dolly.

So leave this with me.

- But, Father...

- He will forgive me

in light of you returning to good health.

Just rest for now.

Come.

Margret!

Margret!

Margret!

Margret!

Margret!

Margret!

Margret!

Through bushes and through briars

Ive lately made my way

All for to hear the small birds sing

And the lambs to skip and play

All for to hear the small birds sing

And the lambs to skip and play

I overheard my own true love

His voice did sound so clear

Long time I have been waiting for

The coming of my dear