Gaelic Blessing Poem by Patrick Fealy

I love the fallen branches
bereft upon the ground
Just so we'd be grafted on
to the tree of life they found
I pity all the dried up wood
that long ago had bloomed
when we were hunting skeletons
on the isle of death and doom
When Patrick was a sailor
he was tossed upon the waves
a prodigy of prodigals
when once he was a slave
Growing deep inside him
was the seed of Abraham
A voice that sounded quietly
in the fields of Ireland
May the sun shine down upon you
the rain fall soft and slow
like water from the side of Christ
wherever you may go
A new heart for the journey
A clear and clever mind
May the blossom of all branches
come to bless you for all time