Imbolc, on February 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal
festivals
Imbolc marks
The beginning of
spring
And the end winter.
Celebrated with
feasting,
The making of
Brighid's crosses,
The holy wells are
visited,
And divination begins
Imbolc, on February 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal
festivals
Imbolc marks
The beginning of
spring
And the end winter.
Celebrated with
feasting,
The making of
Brighid's crosses,
The holy wells are
visited,
And divination begins
Beltane, on May 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal festivals
Beltane marks
The beginning of
summer
And the end spring.
Celebrated with
feasting,
The decorating of
homes
With May flowers,
Visiting the holy
wells
And the lighting of
bonfires
Lughnasadh, on August 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal
festivals
Lughnasadh marks
The beginning of
autumn,
The harvest season,
And the end summer
Celebrated with
feasting,
Fairs and athletic
contests
And the offering of
First Fruits
Samhain, on November 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal
festivals
Samhain marks
The beginning of
winter,
The End of the harvest
season,
And the end of autumn
Celebrated with
feasting,
Guising and mumming
And the lighting of
bonfires
It isn’t the Prophet,
Playing on their fears
Nor is it God
whispering
Poison in their ears
It isn’t even the
cowardly
Old men with bitter
breath
That pollute young
minds
To be bringers of
death
It’s a more ancient
evil
Spreading hatreds
spoors
That turn young souls
Into satanic warriors
Anglo-Saxon St Swithun
Was Bishop of
Winchester
From his consecration
Until his death.
A century later
Dunstan and Æthelwold
Adopted him as patron
Of the restored church
Of Winchester
His body was
transferred
From almost complete
obscurity
To Æthelwold's new
basilica
After which his
posthumous miracles occurred
The Winchester
egg-woman
And Queen Emma's
ordeal
Feast Day 15th July
Saint Brigit of Kildare
Or Brigid of Ireland
Also known as Mary of
the Gael
Is one of Ireland's
patron Saints
Along with Patrick and
Columba
Her mother was Brocca
A Christian Pict and
slave,
Baptised by Saint
Patrick
Brigid herself was
born into slavery
But it was clear she
was holy
An became an early
Christian nun
When she became
Abbess,
She founded Kildare
monastery
The Church of the Oak,
On the site of an old
pagan shrine
To the Celtic goddess
Brigid
Feast day 1st February
Sucked into the darkness,
Plunged into the abyss
Life pronounced
extinct
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Yet in the darkness
Stood a figure
With lily-white wings
Smiling in Silence
And led him to the
light
To a life eternal
Everything is not
Wrong in the world
There is a sign of
hope
God is our inspiration
And our Guiding light
God has always been
The source of special
love
A perfect loving faith
That fits me like a
glove
Voices in prayer are never silent
As we pray to our Lord
on high
Our prayers to heaven
ascended
And we lift our eyes
to the sky
In hymns and psalms rejoicing
We praise our Lord on
high
Our praise to heaven
ascended
And we lift our voices
to the sky
A heart of perfect love
Love being the leaven
To help you Ascend
To the highest Heaven
Sent from on high
So heavenly demure
A soul of purest light
An angel so pure
To take your hand
When it’s time
And comfort you
On your heavenly climb
Sent from the heavens above
An unseen arbiter of
love
To help the lovers
choose
And with introductions
done
The angel ascends
The life thou gavest Lord is ending
The
darkness falls at Thy behest
And I know
that I am bound
For my expected
eternal rest
Please one
last time let me kiss
My loved
ones once or twice
And let me
just say goodbye
Before I
cross over to paradise
The good against the evil
The great
against the least
The light
against the darkness
Open up your barren heart
Light a
candle in the dark
And the
shepherd of the light
Will stand
for the righteous fight
The shining
prince of peace
Shining
like the Golden Fleece
Oh lamb of
God, oh perfect light
Will banish
evil from the night
You make my life whole
You fill it
with your zest
With your
loving presence
Dear lord I
am truly blessed
You may not always answer
When I
offer up my prayer
But the
most important thing is
I always
know you’re there
My soul was forged in heaven
And my
heart was filled with love
My faith is
as strong as iron
I am akin
to the angels above
Until my
soul returns to heaven
And I bask
in eternal love
The legend of James
Apostle of
the lord
And
Christ’s appointed
Son of
Thunder
Has it that
Upon his
Martyrs death
In
Jerusalem
St James
body
Was taken
by angels
And placed
in a boat
Which sailed,
unmanned
And
rudderless
To the
Spanish coast
Where it
was enveloped
By a
massive rock
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