14. The Death Of
Colmcille
Early one summer morning Colmcille
let his bare stone cell and went to visit the fields and
barns of the monastry of Iona. By his side walked his
faithful friend, the young monk Diarmaid. The old abbot's
pace was heavy and slow, for he was weary and weak with age.
This visit, he knew, would be his last, for an angel had told
him that his death was near.
Colmcille blessed the barns and
gave thanks to God for the good harvest which would supply
his monks with food during the year ahead. Learning on
Diarmaid's arm, he slowly climbed a little hill and looked
for the last time on the sea, over which he had so often
sailed. He blessed his little island then, and everything
upon it.
On the way back to the monastry he
sat down by the wayside to rest for a little while. From a
nearby field an old white horse trotted out to greet him.
Colmcille smiled happily as he saw it draw near, for, of all
the animals on the monastry farm, this was his favourite. For
years it had worked there, carrying the milk each morning and
evening to the monastry. It came up to Colmcille and began to
whinny pitifully, as if to say goodbye. Diarmaid was about to
drive it away, but Colmcille would not allow him. He spoke
softly to it and gently stroked its shaggy head. With its sad
eyes full of tears the faithful old horse remained there
until at last Colmcille arose and gave it a last blessing.
The saint then returned to his
little stone cell in the monastry. There, for the last time,
he sat down to continue his work of copying the Psalms. He
wrote slowly and carefully until he came to the words, "
They that seek the Lord shall not want for anything that is
good. "
" I must stop here, " he
said. " Let the next abbot of Iona write the rest.
"
Then he rested for a while on the
large flat rock which served as his bed. Diarmaid came to
keep him company and the two friends talked together into the
night. The monastry bell rang, calling the monks to midnight
prayers. Colmcille arose and quickly went to church where he
knelt down before the altar. Diarmaid followed him there
throught he darkness, calling out, " Where are you,
Father ? " But he heard no answer and could not see his
beloved abbot. At last he found him lying before that altar
and tenderly laid the dying saint's head on his breast.
When the other monks came in with
lights they wept at the sight of their dying abbot. They say
Diarmaid helping him to raise his hand to give them his last
blessing. Then he died, and his face was calm and swet like
that of a man who had seen a vision of heaven.
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by Michael G Keohane BA. ACSA.