God's blessing be invoked upon Munster now,
Upon its men and boys, its womenfolk;
Blessings be upon the land, peak and down,
That boons the flock fruit, root, stem and stalk.
A blessing upon all kinds of fruitfulness
That shall be borne upon this meadowland,
No neighbor going in want of helpfulness.
God place over Munster his healing hand!
A blessing be upon the high ridge,
Upon their cottages' bare flagstones;
A blessing upon heather, sedge, the sheer cliff edge;
A blessing upon lea and ledge, their gloaming glens!
Like sands of ocean under vessels
Be the numbers of their dwellings' hearthstones
Upon their downlands and their sloping hills,
Upon their crags and fells, their misty mountains!
— Attr. St. Patrick
from The Collected Lyrics of Lewis Turco / Wesli Court 1953-2004, www.StarCloudPress.com, copyright 2004 by Lewis Turco, all rights reserved. www.starcloudpress.com/CollectedLyrics.html
Lovely poem, Lew,
such good use of repetition! It feels like a ritual chant. That Wesli's not half bad, you know.
And a blessing upon you, O'Court. That's a truly warm-hearted and lovely poem.
I loved your lovely Irish poem ... while it was in recognition of today's celebration, it certainly would be wonderful to read any time of the year.