Knights of the Pain Table

A Camelot for Sufferers of Chronic Pain

Seint Patrick, the High Kyngs of Ireland and Mario Lanza Singeth "Danny Boy"

St.  Patrick’s Day   at Camelot

Upon his throne of gold, King Arthur, with his soul of gentleness, motioned to his Valettus to summon the High Kyngs of Irlaunde.   Embroidered in majesty and great spirit, the High Kyngs walketh along the long carpet on the gutsy floor of Camelot.  The great King Arthur did grete with glew the regal Kyngs of Irlaunde.  Queen Guinevere, clothed in grace and with complexion of regal white,  did wilcume the stately arrayed ensemble with warmth they had never seen.

 King Arthur speaketh

“Goodly Knyghts and all those dear in Camelot,  we standeth before you in honour of the feeste of St. Patricius of Irelaunde on this 17th day of March.  From thy lond of green, we welcome thy noble High Kyngs from across the sea.”

One High Kyng with black beard and sharp eyes bowed his head to acknowledge King Arthur’s respect for their lond.  Another, with head of flame, responded to King Arthur’s words.  With lilting voice and the lyth of Irish charm, he seith,  

“With many goodly states and kingdoms seen, thy kingdom, King Arthur, has a soul immortal and divine.   All our woes and troubles were forgot, as we crossed your gate to Camelot.   We wilcume this nyght to celebrate our dear St. Patricius.”

 King Arthur did respond,

“Those of you who stand with courage against the Dark Knight will now come to the adoubement for  Knights of the Pain Table.  I beseech you now to drinketh mine posset and feast on cal ceannann’ and sinnel.”

 With feastful friends at the mid hour of the night, another High Kyng with golden hair of short Numidian curl and melancholy eyes announceth that Mario Lanza would singeth “Londonderry Air” ( Danny Boy ) for all the Knights of the Pain Table.    They proceded thus in song.

 The melody gave ease to the Knyghts wounds.   Alseep they fell to the music of the great tenor.  And the byrdes sang swete, for in Camelot day was night and night was day. 

 Seint Patricius looked down upon the special Kingdom and seith a prayer   (Breastplate of St. Patrick ) that he spoke when he and his followers were attempting to escape an ambush by the Druids. 

 I  arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me,
God’s host to save me
From snares of devils,
From temptations of vices,
From everyone who shall wish me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone and in multitude.

 God be with you – Give you all goods we see or can foresee,

 Lady Sharon
Scribe of the Camelot

 Saint Patrick’s Breastplate is a Christian hymn whose original Old Irish lyrics were traditionally attributed to Saint Patrick during his Irish ministry in the 5th century.

 To read the full Breastplate of St. Patrick visit Irish Culture and Customs

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2 Responses to “Seint Patrick, the High Kyngs of Ireland and Mario Lanza Singeth "Danny Boy"”

  1. writemyline says:

    A blessing for Lady Sharon and the Knights of the Pain Table:

    May the Strength of God guide us.
    May the Power of God preserve us.
    May the Wisdom of God instruct us.
    May the Hand of God protect us.
    May the Way of God direct us.
    May the Shield of God defend us.
    May the Angels of God guard us.
    – Against the snares of the evil one.

    May Christ be with us!
    May Christ be before us!
    May Christ be in us,
    Christ be over all!

    May Thy Grace, Lord,
    Always be ours,
    This day, O Lord, and forevermore. Amen
    (St. Patrick’s Prayer for the Faithful)

    Lady Sharon and friends,
    My thoughts celebrate the life of St. Patrick today. Thank you for this lovely post. I appreciate your thoughtful attention to the most blessed and contemplative mysteries of life.
    Blessings to you this Feast of St. Patrick.

    Deb (wml)

  2. Lady Sharon says:

    Irish Tidings to Deb,

    It is written that the pen is mightier than the sword. You hold a sword by your side as a Knight of the Pain Table, but it is your pen that is far mightier as it is dipped in an elixir of kindness. Your blessings and caring thoughts for all who visit and live in Camelot are received with great honour.

    Your words doth comfort and encourage and we thanketh you faithful friend. We loveth to peruse your writings at your Kingdom as you have a gift that flows from thy pen.

    May you always see the golden clouds.

    Dei gracia,

    Lady Sharon,
    Your Humble Scribe