 Spirit, give me of Thine abundance
Father, give me of Thy wisdom, Son, give me in my need, Jesus beneath the shelter of Thy shield. I lie down tonight, With the Triune of my strength, With the Father, with Jesus, With the Spirit of might. (Carmina Gadelica) from "A Contemporary Celtic Prayer Book" by W. J. Fitzgerald There is a Gaelic saying expressing nostalgic yearnings: God be with the days.  St Hildegard's Holy Trinity In my heart and mind, I make a holy circle, Pilgrimage around The land of saints and scholars And I seek answers to these petitions  I journey to Edinburgh's royal hill, St Margaret, Queen of the Scots, I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition.  I journey to Dublin's Georgian doors, Mother McAulay of Mercy, I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition.  I journey to outstretched arms at Bantry Bay, Saint Brendan seeker and searcher, I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition.  I journey to Croagh Patrick's peak, To famine ship beneath his feet. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition.  I journey to Saint Brigid's shrine, And circle round your staff and spring. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition.  I journey round to Knock's town square, Where candles flicker at Mary's feet. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition. I ask three times for this petition.  I journey round scripture and verse.
I journey round Christ in our midst. Holy Father, hear your saints. Holy Spirit, bring a response. Holy Son, let it be, let it be.  A stained glass window depicting Thomas Traherne in Hereford Cathedral “When I came into the country, and being seated among silent trees, had all my time in my own hands, I resolved to spend it all, whatever it cost me, in search of happiness, and to satiate that burning thirst which nature had enkindled in me from my youth. In which I was so resolute, that I chose rather to live upon ten pounds a year, and go in leather clothes, and feed upon bread and water so that I might have all my time clearly to myself, than to keep many thousands per annum in an estate of life where my time would be devoured in care and labour. ….. Your enjoyment of the world is never right till every morning you awake in heaven, see yourself in your Father's palace and look upon the skies and the earth and the air, as celestial joys, having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels. The bride of a monarch, in her husband's chamber, hath no such causes of delight as you.” The Revd Thomas Traherne was a 17th century English clergyman, poet, theologian and nature mystic. His works breathe the same pure air as the Celtic saints who roamed the same countryside centuries before.  St Mary's, Credenhill, Herefordshire, where Traherne was Rector for ten years |
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