I’ve always loved traditional Irish blessings. They hang in the entryway of everyone I’m related to (Boston Irish after all). They are perfectly cheesy, rhyming little numbers and I always imagined a time and place when they actually made sense to the person being blessed. I have been wanting to modernize one so I thought I would give it a go for this St. Patrick’s Day.
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
And found a bunch more that I fell in love with:
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free! I follow the plan God laid for me. I saw His face, I heard His call, I took His hand and left it all… I could not stay another day, To love, to laugh, to work or play; Tasks left undone must stay that way. And if my parting has left a void, Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss… Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss. My life’s been full, I’ve savoured much: Good times, good friends, a loved-one’s touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief— Don’t shorten yours with undue grief. Be not burdened with tears of sorrow, Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there… I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow… I am the diamond glints on snow… I am the sunlight on ripened grain… I am the gentle autumn rain. When you waken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of gentle birds in circling flight… I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry— I am not there… I did not die…
May you see God’s light on the path ahead When the road you walk is dark. May you always hear, Even in your hour of sorrow, The gentle singing of the lark. When times are hard may hardness Never turn your heart to stone, May you always remember when the shadows fall— You do not walk alone.
May love and laughter light your days and warm your heart and home. May good and faithful friends be yours wherever you may roam. May peace and plenty bless your world with joy that long endures. May all life’s passing seasons bring the best to you and yours.
Deep peace I breathe into you Oh weariness here, O ache, here! Deep peace, a soft white dove to you; Deep peace, a quiet rain to you; Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you! Deep peace, yellow wind of the east from you; Deep peace, blue wind of the west to you; Deep peace, green wind of the north from you; Deep peace, red wind of the south to you! Deep peace, pure gold of the sun to you; Deep peace, pure silver of the moon to you; Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you; Deep peace, pure brown of the living earth to you; Deep peace, pure gray of the dew to you; Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you! Deep peace of the running wave to you, Deep peace of the flowing air to you, Deep peace of the quiet Earth to you, Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you, Deep peace of the Goddess to you, Deep peace of the God to you, Deep peace of the flock of stars to you. Deep peace of the spirits to you. Deep Peace, Deep Peace.