All Souls
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Mary Earle, whom I followed as a student of Celtic poetry and writing penned this in observance of All Saints Day:
“…(The) Celtic peoples perceive that eternity and this world are woven together. Just as the famous Celtic knots demonstrate, heavenly life and earthly life are linked and form a unified whole. A family dinner is an occasion for welcoming the saints; a family tragedy is occasion for imploring their intercession, presence, and support as members of the extended family of Christ.
Following the proclamation of the author of the letter to the Hebrews (“Since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses”, Heb. 12:1) the Welsh poet Waldo Williams observed that we are “keeping house in a cloud of witnesses.” The rounds of daily life are lived out with this company. As we go through our regular chores and work, the saints are with us. These saints, alive in the eternal life of the Risen Christ, are not ghosts. Nor are they merely the product of our imaginations. The communion of saints is the astoundingly diverse and rich family of the Christ “in whom all things hold together.” (Colossians 1:17)
The Celtic saints are perceived to be anamchairde or “soul friends.” In the Celtic tradition, it is understood that a soul friend is a spiritual necessity. Every person needs someone with whom to be completely undefended, to be vulnerable and honest. A soul friend is the person whose presence allows us to be real and transparent, to seek continual transformation and growth in faith, hope and love. In the presence of your anamchara (singular form of the noun) you know the safety and assurance of one who will do no harm and one who will call forth your truest self. The tradition is emphatic that this work of formation cannot be done alone. While soul friends are usually earthly friends, they may also be particular saints whose lives speak to us, challenge us, evoke in us a desire to participate in Christ’s work of making the creation new….
In the Welsh tradition, there is to this day an awareness of the presence of St. David, patron saint of that nation, with those who labor and those who farm, with those in politics and those guiding the life of the church. St. David is an anamchara for the Welsh people. St. David was known for his personal strength and intelligence, and in the sixth century he founded a monastic community renowned for learning. His example and life continue to stir the hearts and imaginations of Welsh poets, writers and bards.
The Celtic tradition is marked by a great love of “kith and kin”—and that love includes the saints. They keep house with us, work with us, walk with us, pray for us. Their company is vast and their intercession is steady.
Bright, bright the fellowship of the saints in light, Far, far beyond all earthly sight. No plague can blight, no foe destroy. United here they live in love: O then, above how deep their joy!”
(from Threshold of Light, p. 59) Copyright ©2005 Mary C. Earle and —“Keeping House Among the Clouds of Saints”
Here is an expressive similar view of this soul-full tradition:
The great Celtic Spirituality writer, Fr. John J. O’Riordain, writes of All Saints/All Souls in his book Irish Catholic Spirituality, Celtic and Roman:
“Irish hospitality extended no less to the dead than to the living. It is still with us and has always been characteristic of our religious expression. There was a widespread belief, for instance, that the dead members of the family visited their old home at the beginning of November, the ancient pagan Irish feast of Samhain from which the Christian celebrations of All Saints and All Souls seem to have derived.
Leaving the door unlocked, having a good fire in the hearth, and the placing of a bowl of water on the table was a common mode of preparing the house for a visit from the dead at Samhain. So too was the custom of lighting a candle for each deceased family member–a ritual performed during evening prayer in the home. Kevin Danaher, the folklorist, once asked an old man if he was in dreaded of entering a haunted house. ‘In dread of it?’ replied the old man. ‘What would I be in dread of, and the souls of my own dead as thick as bees around me?’….
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