Some years back I posted this prayer of Saint Patrick along with this beautiful, poignant photo. The photo isn’t mine; it’s actually a photo of a photo I took at the Cliffs of Moher tourism center. If it’d been for sale, I would have bought it as it touches me deeply. The older I get, the more I understand.
These days are full of anguish and, at times, anxiety threatens to overwhelm. It’s difficult to know which news report to believe but The Telegraph reported Italian medical staff have made the excruciating decision to allow people 80+ years to succumb to the Coronavirus 19/Covid 19 leaves me in tears and my heart breaks for those making the decision as well as those whom it affects. There simply aren’t enough beds, equipment, staff, medicines to handle all the ill. Dear God have mercy!
Mags, at Fraise Lacyromose reports Saint Patrick prayed 100 times during the day and 100 times during the night which is every seven minutes. I’ve read he was born in Scotland Italian citizen parents so he’s not Irish, but Italian (or Scottish by birth) and a great man of God. His poem is fitting in all circumstances but more so today.
“I arise today, through the strength of heaven:
Light of the sun, radiance of the moon.
Splendor of fire, speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind, depth of sea,
Stability of earth and firmness of rock.
I arise today, Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak for me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me.
From the snares of devils, from temptation of vices,
From everyone who shall wish me ill,
Afar and near, alone and in a multitude.”
~ Saint Patrick ~
And all God’s people said, “AMEN!”
Hi Sandra! Oh, that’s lovely. Thank you.
Praying for you as you do what love does. God be with you.
It’s snowing HEAPS here today. Hopefully, it will be gone tomorrow.
Sending love. . .
We’ve had so little snow, I could almost count the flakes which mean bugssssss this summer. UGH! Be safe, take care of you and yours; love and prayers.
Amen and amen. And yes, that photo image is very special.
Ellen, it brings tears to my eyes. I would love to sit with that woman and listen to her testimony.
Such a lovely calming prayer.
Don’t you just love it? When sung, by someone other than me, it’s beautiful!
Mags said it better than I can. And amen!
and since Mags is Irish, her word over mine! lol
Oh amen indeed. Terrifying world. I’m watching Boris’ daily updates at 4.45pm, and that’s it. I’m trying just to do what I’m told and keep myself small. Thank God, that in Him we can still live large. (They tell us that Patrick was Welsh, but sure, he’s everybody’s now!)
yep, terrifying world and sometimes hard to keep in check the fear. Especially as a solo person but God is able and, eventually, He brings me through the darkness. I think Patrick was born in Wales to Roman citizen parents so he had dual citizenship, right?