Dewi Sant

St. David used his power When his mother was in labor And soldiers came to slay her But hailstorms drove them back But he would not use his power To stop the warring Saxons That poured across the country To plunder and attack St. David used his power To make himself a pulpit From valley turned to hilltop That rose up from the sod But he would not use his power To warm the freezing water That rushed down from the mountains Where he would pray to God St. David used his power To heal his teacher’s blindness By laying … Continue reading Dewi Sant

Advent Reed

Our Blessed Lady is meek,but in a way that inherits the earth,a humility that is exalted,a simplicity than reigns,Like the gleam of star over seaAnd the lullaby over a child Our Blessed Lady is mild,But in a way that makes hearts bleed,A gentleness that is strength,A mercy that is mighty,Like the brilliance of the morning rising,And the the greening of the spring Our Blessed Lady is pure,But in a way that melts shackles off,A flame that is white as the snows,A soul like a smudgeless glass,Like the cry of a new baby bornAnd the streams that once were ice Our … Continue reading Advent Reed