Celtic Daily Light
Extracts from Ray Simpson's Book
Readings for Friday 7th May 2021
Maytime’s fairest gift
In the trees the birds make their nests and sing. From the sky you send rain on the hills, and the earth is filled with your blessings.
Psalm 104: 12, 13
- Maytime is the fairest season
- With its loud bird song and green trees
- When the plough is in the furrow
- And the oxen under the yoke
- When the sea is green
- And the land many colours.
- But when cuckoos sing on the tops
- Of the lovely trees, my sadness deepens
- The smoke stings and my grief is clear
- Since my brothers have passed away.
- On the hill and in the valley
- On the islands of the sea
- Whichever path you take
- You shall not hide from blessed Christ.
- It was our wish, our Brother, our way,
- To go to the land of your exile.
- Seven saints and seven score and seven hundred
- Went to the one court with blessed Christ
- And were without fear.
- The gift I ask, may it not be denied me
- Is peace between myself and God.
- May I find the way to the gate of glory
- May I not be sad, O Christ, in your court.
Early Middle Welsh
- May the road rise to meet you
- May the wind be always at your back
- May the sun shine warm upon your face
- The rain fall soft upon your fields
- And until we meet again
- May God hold you
- In the hollow of his hand
Traditional Irish Blessing