Irish beers are fantastic (only served a bit too cold for my taste, which does suppress some of the taste) so I do know why she wants to give a lake of beer to God.
I’ll just let you meditate on this one:
I’d like to give a lake of beer to God.
I’d love the Heavenly
Host to be tippling there
For all eternity.
I’d love the men of Heaven to live with me,
To dance and sing.
If they wanted, I’d put at their disposal
Vats of suffering.
White cups of love I”d give them,
With a heart and a half;
Sweet pitchers of mercy I’d offer
to every man.
I’d make Heaven a cheerful spot,
Because the happy heart is true.
I’d make the men contented for their own sake
I’d like Jesus to love me too.
I’d like the people of heaven to gather
From all the parishes around,
I’d give a special welcome to the women,
The three Marys of great renown.
I’d sit with the men, the women of God
There by the lake of beer
We’d be drinking good health forever
And every drop would be a prayer.
(this translation from “Vox de Nube” by Noirín Ní Riain and the Monks of Glenstal Abbey)
what do you think? Would God like a lake of beer and could you drink every drop as a prayer?