St Comgan - Was an Irish chieftain, son of Kelly, prince of Leinster, whom he succeeded. Comgan was driven out by a coalition of neighbouring tribes, wounded in battle, and exiled to Scotland with his sister and her children, one of whom was Fillan. He settled in Lochalsh, near Skye, founded a small monastery, and lived devoutly for many years. Fillan buried Comgan's body in Iona and built a church in his honour.
Here is a story instigated by Comgan entitles ‘The Grieving Widow’.
An old couple were admired by everyone in their village for the happiness of their marriage.They never quarrelled, and were always loving and affectionate toward each other. Eventually the husband died, and the wife was overcome with grief Her children and her neighbours tried to console her, but to no avail.Weeks and months passed, and still the old woman was grieving and inconsolable; tears of grief rolled down her cheeks from
morning till night.
Comgan heard about her. He asked one of his wealthy friends to lend him a ring with a precious jewel set in it. He took it to the old woman, and said to her:“l want you to find a family which has no sorrows, and give that family this ring."
The woman set off in search of a family with no sorrows. She visited every home in the region and talked to every family. Finally she returned home, and gave the ring back to Comgan. Her grief had gone.
Prayer
You are the peace of all things calm
You are the place to hide from harm
You are the light that shines in dark
You are the heart's eternal spark
You are the door that's open wide
You are the guest who waits inside
You are the stranger at the door
You are the calling of the poor
You are my Lord and with me still
You are my love, keep me from ill
You are the light, the truth, the way
You are my Saviour this very day.
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