A Celtic Blessing
May the hills lie low
May the hills lie low,
May the sloughs fill up,
In thy way.
May all evil sleep,
May all good awake,
In thy way.
—(Source: “Mystery on the Isle of Skye”
My new pottery piece just came out of the kiln today, an angel plate. (Click on the image and you can see it larger.) I thought it could make a nice Easter greeting, along with this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
God’s World
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, — Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, — let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Anna Citrino---Poetry, Place, Pilgrimage 