​A Celtic Blessing of Light

 

May the blessing of light be on you – light without and light within.

May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire,
so that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you,
like a candle set in the window of a house,
bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.

And may the blessing of the rain be on you,
may it beat upon your Spirit and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.

And may the blessing of the earth be on you,
soft under your feet as you pass along the roads,
soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day;
and may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it.

May it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly; up and off and on its way to God.
And now may the Lord bless you, and bless you kindly.

 

To A Snowdrop

By William Wordsworth

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

January

 

"Winter; listen to the wind, feel the frost on the ground,

seek the warmth that resides within and around.

Hear, now, and see, in stillness, the wonder,

quiet, slow, oh so slow, silently whisper,

white mantle reflecting the holding mind

warmth, seeking, feeling kind.

Hear the slow pulse of Mother sleeping

breathe with her, in sweet surrendering

January trees, in the hazy, still morning light, 

in the pale misty windy night

branches twisting, bending, dancing

silhouettes painting the clear sky, reaching