Ciaran Of Saigher Poem by Daniel McDonagh

Ciaran Of Saigher



In the Slieve Bloom mountains
A hermit’s life was lived,
Were a shelter was built with branches,
His love of Christianity was his gift.
Befriending animals and nature,
Gathering followers to Christ’ cross,
He restored the livers of seven dead harpers;
Miracles gifted from God.

2006

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