In Praise of Dagda

Our thanks we offer to the Father God
Whose cauldron pours his plenty on the land,
A flood of fragrant beauty and rebirth.
He blesses seeds that lie in fertile sod,
And shelters us beneath his mighty hand.
Our thanks we offer to the God of Earth
Whose harping leads the seasons in the dance,
With measures bright and graceful, steps so grand.
He blesses all the minstrels in their mirth,
And beckons lads and lasses to romance.
We seek him as a ship seeks out its berth,
The beach grown thick with thyme and goldenrod.
The priests may whisper of such things in trance –
But Dagda is the one who shouts our worth.

- Elizabeth Barrette

Blessed Be

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