By Sr. Alice Ann O'Neill, SC
I was inspired to write this poem when I heard people of Sligo, Ireland (Sligeach
Éireann) praying the Lord’s prayer in their native language of Irish at mass. Sligo
is a small city on the west coast of Ireland between Donegal and Galway. The
founding mother of the Sisters of Charity of Cincinnati, Margaret Farrell
George (1787-1868), was born in Sligo and her family celebrated mass in secret
at this holy well -Tobernalt in Irish- hidden in the forest near Sligo. The
link after the poem is a recitation of the Lord’s Prayer in Irish. I offer this
as a peaceful Lenten reflection.
Humble, Simple, and Kind: Sligeach Éireann
windblown and teary.
Faith well-deep
through the ages
in secret now sages.
Waters flowing
Minds turning
Eyes closing
Souls opening...
Pilgrim path
gently trod.
Freely following
never a prod.
Waves rolling crash
Walking not to dash.
Wind ravaging trees
Winding through the leaves.
Nature's music a peaceful prayer.
Ár nAthair atá ar neamh,
go naofar d’ainm,
go dtaga do ríocht,
go ndéantar do thoil ar an talamh
mar a dhéantar ar neamh.
Ár n-arán laethúil tabhair dúinn inniu
agus maith dúinn ár bhfiacha
mar amhaithimidne dár bhféichiúna féin;
agus ná lig Ach ná sinn i gcathú,
ach sar sinn ó olc.
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