Songs of the shining way

Chapter 21: THE HALO.

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A collection of short, lyrical poems for children that follows a child’s imaginative progress from dawn through meadows, play, and fanciful travels along a luminous pathway. Vignettes blend simple narratives—first steps, coach rides, fairyland, voyages, and garden scenes—with reflective pieces on moonlight, insects, and rainbows, highlighting wonder, innocence, and small discoveries. The verses are compact and rhythmic, often voiced from a child’s perspective, and are accompanied by the author’s own illustrations that reinforce the gentle, dreamlike mood.

THE HALO.

There’s a picture of an angel, hanging on our study wall,

A lovely angel with white wings, and very grand and tall;

Around about her head there is a shining golden ring,

And I asked Jimmy why she wore that funny yellow thing;

And Jimmy laughed and said to me; “Why, silly, don’t you know?

That’s nothing but a saint-hole; all angels have them so.

The Shining Way runs through it, straight to her heavenly home,

And when she’s tired of the earth, she calls to God to come;

He reaches down and pulls her through, before you can count seven,

And you can’t see her any more, because she is in Heaven.”

I don’t quite understand it, the thought is very new;

But if I had a saint-hole, I’d go to Heaven too.