Open your eyes to the Beauty of Nature

On a recent day trip to Birr Castle and gardens I was reminded of the famous poem, “I see his Blood upon the Rose” by Irish poet, Joseph Mary Plunkett.

“I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice—and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.”


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Autumn a time of great gathering

Autumn is one of my favorite times of the year; seeds sown in the spring, nurtured in the summer, now yield their fruit in the autumn. It is harvest, the homecoming of the seed’s long and lonely journey through darkness and silence under the earth’s surface. Harvest is one of the great feasts of the year. It was a very important time in Celtic culture. The fertility of the earth yielded its fruitfulness.

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A Prayer for the Earth

All-powerful God,
you are present in the whole universe
and in the smallest of your creatures.
You embrace with your tenderness all that exists.
Pour out upon us the power of your love,
that we may protect life and beauty.
Fill us with peace, that we may live
as brothers and sisters, harming no one.

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