The Light Within

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 Sí, the fairies.

Take this

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

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 piseógs 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?