Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Poem To St. Michael

An ancient Celtic poem in praise of Michael the Archangel

Thou Michael the victorious,
I make my circuit under thy shield,
Thou Michael of the white steed,
And of the bright brilliant blades,
Conqueror of the dragon,
Be thou at my back,
Thou ranger of the heavens,
Thou warrior of the King of all,
O Michael the victorious,
My pride and my guide
O Michael the victorious,
The glory of mine eye.

I make my circuit
In the fellowship of my saint,
On the machair, on the meadow,
On the cold heathery hill;
Though I should travel oceans
And the hard globe of the world
No harm can e’er befall me
‘Neath the shelter of thy shield;
O Michael the victorious,
Jewel of my heart,
O Michael the victorious,
God’s shepherd thou art.

Be the sacred Three of Glory
Aye at peace with me,
With my horses, with my cattle,
With my woolly sheep in flocks.
With the crops growing in the field
Or ripening in the sheaf,
On the machiar, on the moor,
In cole, in heap, or stack,.
Every thing on high or low,
Every furnishing and flock,
Belong to the holy Triune of glory,
And to Michael the victorious


Paul said...


Brad Evans said...

Gee, I know it's multi-culti and all that, but it still makes no sense.
And you're not supposed to be supporting one party or the other are you?
Basically, you and Robertson should be locked in a room so that you can only bother yourselves.
"The Clergy-Telling you to believe for no discernible reason for generations!"

Leonardo Ricardo said...

Holy Shineola...the Fred of Rhode Island is now Brad of Rhode Island (both a very tiny attempt to upgrade a stupid reason for ¨being¨ present to annoy humanity).

Margaret Benbow said...

"Thou Michael of the white steed...conqueror of the dragon, be thou at my back..." Amen and amen.

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