“Do the little things in life,” he said, and St. David’s funny little miracle does just that. As he was preaching outside one day in sixth-century Wales, some people at the back complained they couldn’t see him. So, just like Broadway stagecraft, the ground he was standing on rose up – and a dove landed on his shoulder, making things just a bit less prosaic.
He was born during a great storm, but a brilliant sun shone March 1st, the day he died. In like a lion, out like a lamb.