An Irish Prayer
Irish Funeral Prayer, Irish Blessing, Traditional Irish
Toast, Irish Poem,
An Irish Prayer
May those who love us, love us;
and those who don't love us,
may God turn their hearts;
and if He doesn't turn their hearts,
may he turn their ankles
so we'll know them by their limping.
Source: My Dad received this
via e-mail from a friend in Ireland.
An Irish Funeral Prayer
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
Source: derived from a sermon written by Henry Scott Holland and delivered in St. Paul's
(London) on 15 May 1910, at which time the body of King Edward VII was
lying in state at Westminster. Although not originally derived from Irish
writings, versions of this sermon have been used at
many Irish and Catholic funerals over the years.
Link - "Eulogy at the Funeral for an Irish Mom"
Blessing and Toast
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be ever at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall softly on your fields
And until we meet again, May God hold
you in the hollow of his hand
An Olde Irish Wish
May the raindrops fall lightly on
May the soft winds freshen your spirit
May the sunshine brighten your heart
May the burdens of the day rest lightly upon you
And may God enfold you in the mantle of His love.
An Irish Poem
We used to swim
at Gallagher's Field,
where the bottom
was almost bare,
of the river and of
the swimmers who swam
when the sun
and the Summer
and I try to remember,
whenever I can,
that I cannot remember
By William Brendan McPhillips who lived in
to read more of McPhillips poems and plays
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