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          IRISH BLUE B1_Chapter 14



               

          Book Series:        IRISH BLUE
          Author:                  Sheila Willar
          Copyright:           2022 Sheila Willar
          ISBN #:                  978-0-9867101-4-8
          Book Title:           THE CHAPEL
          Chapter #:           15 - KINKERRY REVISITED

               
          BOOK 1 - CHAPTER 15 - KINKERRY REVISITED

          Erin stepped off the bus in Kinkerry and onto the gravel driveway of the only gas station in town.


          She breathed in a hint of gasoline on the salty air, and realized how much she missed the views and smells of her childhood home.


          After greeting her mother and siblings, she went straight to the cathedral, opened one of the tall, heavy doors, and walked down the central aisle as she had done hundreds of times before.


          However, this time was different.


          “Erin,” called Michael enthusiastically.


          “Father,” she replied.


          They both knew she was being sarcastic.


          “I’ll always be Michael to you.”


          “You’ve been a father to me for as long as I can remember.”


          “It’s the duty of a priest.”


          “Well Mr. Priest. I need one more favour.”


          “What is it?”


          “I’ve had a vision. Several visions.”


          “What did you see?”


          “A cathedral. It was magnificent. And God was at the centre of it.”


          “You saw God?”


          “And Katey,” Erin replied wistfully.


          “You saw Katey?”


          “She was with Jesus and other children.”


          “You saw Jesus?”


          “And someone else … I saw me.”


          “You saw you in heaven?”


          “It worries me.”


          “Why?”


          “Does it mean I’m going to die?”


          “We’re all going to die eventually.”


          “Does the vision mean that I’m going to die soon?”


          “Not necessarily. You’ve seen your own soul.”


          “My soul?”


          “What were you doing in the visions?”


          “It was like a mirror. Every time I saw myself I was copying what I was doing on the earth.”


          “Aah …”


          “Aah what?”


          “That’s not what a soul is designed to do.”


          “What do you mean?”


          “Your soul is designed to worship God.”


          “Well mine wasn’t.”


          “Did God speak to you?”


          “Yes.”


          “And?”


          “God said that I had it backwards. That we all do.”


          “Have what backwards?”


          “That when Jesus said “on earth as it is in heaven”, it means that we can only do on earth, what we first do in heaven."


          “Mirrors,” reasoned Michael.


          “Architecture," replied Erin.


          "The soul has to come first," added Michael.


          "But why show me? I don't even believe in this stuff. I can’t trust a God who takes young children.”


          “What if God didn’t take Katy? What if we're responsible?”


          “How?”


          “What if we could have done something different?”


          “Even if we could have. I want a God who hates suffering more than I do, and a God who does something about it!”


          “Maybe God wants you to help your generation figure it out,” suggested Michael.


          Erin shook her head and got up to leave.


          “I have to go.”


          “We can talk later.”


          “No!” insisted Erin.


          “Hey! I forgot to tell you,” called Michael.


          Erin hesitated to turn around.


          “The Mancinni’s were here this summer, and bought the quarry. It was mined out a century ago but they bought it anyway.”


          “ I know.”


          Erin sighed and turned towards the stairs that led to the bell tower, where she ascended the narrow spiral passage.


          At the top, she reached inside her pocket, and took out a small piece of Thee Irish Blue stone. It had been given to her as a going away present from Mrs. Mancinni.


          “It’s from Kinkerry,” said Astor with a mischievous grin.


          Erin held the priceless pebble between her palms, as she looked out over the view of the town with the quarry in the background.


          Beyond it, shafts of light danced across cascading layers of meadows, that rimmed the white cliffs along the ocean, where rolling waves washed against the shore.


          Erin took a deep breath and winced, as she forced herself to look down beneath her feet, at the tiny grave at the base of the tower.


          “I’m so sorry Katey. I’m so sorry.”


          A gust of wind blew Erin’s hair straight up, and she thought she heard a voice:


          “The healthy fail the sick,

          The living fail the dead,

          But none more so than those,

          Who eat of heaven’s bread.”


          .................


               

          THE END OF IRISH BLUE - BOOK ONE

               

               

           




          Copyright 2023 Sheila Willar


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