A Blessed St. Patrick's Day
17 March, 2010Some old poems, inspired by the man himself, in honour of St. Patrick's Day:
Saint Patrick
The rolling hills of Éire I remember:
Wintry winds still ruffle shamrocks
Clumped in tufted carpets there.
There the geese call wild and lonely
And the people dance their whurling reels
Under moss-clad oaks and stormy skies.
And when I pray for all the souls
I left behind, I wonder why I yearn
Like droning pipes for a place
That never was my home.
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Lorica
Christ, the Son of the Father,
Christ our Holy Sacrifice,
Christ the giver of the Spirit,
walk every step today with me.
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Christ be our morning sun,
to light our steps by day.
Christ be sweet rain,
to quench our thirsty hearts.
Christ be the gentle moon,
to guard our dreams by night.
Christ in the shining stars,
Christ deep in the earth,
Christ alive in all creation.
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Christ be our guide
along the winding path.
Christ be our teacher,
to open our eyes to truth.
Christ be our doctor,
mending bones and healing wounds.
Christ in our youth,
Christ in our old age,
Christ beside our cradles and our graves.
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Christ in my eyes,
Christ in my mind,
Christ in my heart and soul.
Christ on my right hand,
Christ on my left,
Christ before me and behind me.
Christ walk every step today with me.