The footsteps of St Brigid are everywhere I go
Rising out of darkness from the earth below
Little bells of Spring time –
Pure and white as snow.
The footsteps of St Brigid
Have travelled far and wide
Unconstrained by boundaries,
Monarchies or tides –
An abbess and a foundress
A holy one of God
Whose prayers rose up like incense
From rock and field and bog.
O Saint Brigid, Ireland’s children
Still recall with greatest pride
All you did for church and country
With the Cross your truest guide.
Ask the Saviour now to bless us
Ask Our Lady to enfold
In maternal wraps of goodness
All we are and all we hold.
Dear to us is Mother Ireland
Dear to us this faith passed down
Help us to uphold and value
All that won for you a crown.
May we follow in your footsteps
As you look from heaven above
May you shower upon your children
Heaven’s grace and heaven’s love.
Winter has given us a miss, it seems, and we’re headed straight into spring. While that isn’t such good news for sugaring, we’re happy to have the mild weather. The temperatures are forecast to reach 60 degrees here today. On the feast of St. Brigid. When we are normally watching the skies for freezing rain.
We will still have porridge oats with all of the fixings, and a pot of hot tea with breakfast, despite the warm weather. Perhaps we’ll make a barmbrack for snack time. I found a new, gluten free recipe.
I haven’t planned any activities for this feast, as I generally do. Perhaps we’ll have a go at creating Brigid’s Footsteps (snowdrops) from white packing paper and pipe cleaners. Something sweet and simple, reminding me so poignantly of the drifts of snowdrops all over England near her feast day.
I hope that your day is blessed in every way.