#celtic prayer

[dramoor]

(Via Mull Monastery Orthodox Monastery of All Celtic Saints)

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A present from my boyfriend’s parents for my confirmation. My patron saint, Brigid of Kildare. ❤

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[contemplativevoyage]

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June 28 devotional: kindling love

This morning, as I kindle the fire on my hearth, I pray that the flame of God's love may burn in my heart and in the hearts of all I meet today.

I pray that no envy or malice, no hatred of fear, may smother the flame.

I pray that indifference and apathy, contempt and pride, may not pour like cold water on the fire.

Instead may the spark of God's love light the love in my heart that it may burn brightly through the day.

And may I warm those who are lonely, whose hearts are cold and lifeless, so that all may know the comfort of God's love.

- A traditional Celtic prayer from the Ortha nan Gaidheal

How can you bring warmth to others today?

[lifeisshortbekind]

Many Moons Ago

I sat with my grandfather on the concrete front steps of the row house and waited for the moon to appear.  My grandfather knew when the full moon came and when there was no moon at all.  I thought he had an internal moon gauge the way he had an internal compass - no matter where he was, he knew which way was north, south, east and west.

“I see the moon

The moon sees me

God Bless the moon

God Bless me.”

He said it every time.  I repeated it until I could say it with him.  I read somewhere that it was a Celtic prayer.  It was the first prayer I memorized.

Time was not scarce then.  There was time to wait for the moon.  The moonlight illuminated spots that streetlights had left in shadows.  It was a whole new way of seeing the world.  There was time to watch clouds parade through the sky.  There was time to search for dewdrops on a scrawny patch of grass coming up in the the packed dirt.  If you were lucky enough to see sunlight hitting the dewdrops, it was as if you’d found diamonds.

My grandfather showed me all the important stuff in the newspapers.  While other grandfather’s were teaching their grandchildren about sports or stocks, we went to the weather page.  Sunrise, sunset, phases of the moon, high and low tides - the really important things.

Whenever I look at the moon I wonder about everyone else looking at the moon.  I feel united with them.  Together we share a secret free for all who have the time.  “You can’t always see it but the moon is always there.”, my grandfather said.  We moon watchers have a guardian in the sky. 

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My new favorite book of prayers

Tree of Life: Celtic prayers to the Universal Christ

By Ray Simpson

Published by Anamchara books. (One of my favorite publishers)

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Good morning from my farm 🌞

(Revised by me) Opening Prayer

and Thanksgiving from “Celtic Prayers from Iona” by John Philip Newell

“You are the love

of each living creature O God

You are the warmth

of the rising sun

You are the whiteness

of the moon at night

You are the life

of the growing earth

You are the strength

of the waves of the sea.

Speak to me this night/morning O God

Speak to me your truth.

Dwell with me this night/morning O God

Dwell with me in love.”