Jan 8
To Dian Cecht
I call to Dian Cecht, who holds the strength of gods and men in hand. Son of the good Dagda, father of children sage and able, in you do the suffering place their faith. Mender of bones, easer of ills, the surgeon and the leech seek your wisdom. Tales are yet told of the wonders you have worked, of the blessed well Slane that heals wounds grievous and grim, of the fair silver arm borne by great Nuada. I pray to you, O knowing one, share your gift of mind and body hale and whole, more precious than all the world’s treasures. Dian Cecht, well-honored god, for me and mine I ask your favor.