Irish / Celtic
Traditional Irish Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May your days be good and long upon the earth.
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May you live to see your children's children.
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May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
Irish Wedding Blessing
May your mornings bring joy and your evenings bring peace.
May your troubles grow few as your blessings increase.
May the saddest day of your future
Be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
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May your home be filled with laughter
May your pockets be filled with gold
And may you have all the happiness
Your Irish heart can hold
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May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go
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May luck be a friend to ye,
And be with ye in all yer days,
And may trouble be to ye,
A stranger, always.
Celtic Blessing
May the raindrops fall gently on your brow,
May the soft winds freshen your spring,
May the sunshine brighten your hearts,
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you
And may you each enfold the other in the mantle of your love
Celtic Blessing
The peace of running water to you.
The peace of the flowing air to you,
The peace of the quiet earth to you,
The peace of the shining stars to you,
And the love and the care of us all to you.
Ode
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers’
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems. S
Celtic Blessing from Carmina Gaelic
Each day be joyous to you
No day be grievous to you
Love of each face be yours
A bright flame before thee
A guiding star above thee
A smooth path below thee
Today, tonight and for evermore
A Celtic Invocation
A shade art thou in the heat,
A shelter art thou in the cold,
Eyes art thou to the blind,A staff art thou to the pilgrim,
An island art thou at sea,
A well art thou in the desert,
Health art thou to the ailing.
Thou art the joy of all joyous things
Thou art the light of the beam of the sun
Thou art the door of the chief of hospitality
Thou art the surpassing star of guidance
Thou art the step of the deer of the hill
Thou art the step of the steed of the plain
Thou art the grace of the swan of swimming
Scaffolding
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.