This is another piece from the box of stuff I found waiting to be unpacked in my garage.
The Man with the Rowan Rod
He came to visit me today,
He brought his Rowan rod.
Hereabouts it’s called a fé.
When asked if that was Irish? All he did was nod.
He took my measure top to toe.
He had a grim and solemn take
He did this twice before he could go
To find the wood with which to make
My suit of fir which I would wear
With other souls who’d gone before
To the space beneath the turf I’d share.
So now I sit and wait for God,
I‘ve seen the man with the Rowan rod.
I even looked him in the eye.
He wished to speak, I could see.
At which he let out one long sigh.
He asked a question what shall I do
When my time comes, who do you
think with measure me?
Don’t worry about length or breadth I said
Upon this earth we made our bed
The time will come for us to answer
For all the stuff that we have done to others and alone
Sins for which we must atone.
I’ve confessed my sins to God
So I’ll be fine beneath the sod.
Go now and confess at least
What you remember to a priest
And he’ll have some words to say
He’ll even tell you what to pray,
As penance for forgiveness of your faults.
And when you reach the Pearly gates,
Just reach up and ring the bell.
Peter will check you in his book and the gates will open wide
Peter then will ask of you, why don’t you come inside?
On earth you measured souls and you did measure well
So much so my friend you saved them all from hell.
Your solemn look and words you spoke
Had great effect on all the folk
You met before my angel called on them to say
Before your maker you will go today.
It caused them in their last moments to give some thought
To the life that they had led.
But what really saved them
were the words that you said.
Repent the end is nigh!
Today you’ll meet your lord and God
In his kingdom up on high.