Friday, March 17, 2006

Blessings and Toasts for you all.

For St. Patrick's Day, a blessing for you all:

May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

And if you don't fancy that, these are some of my favorite Irish blessings and toasts. So, pick yours, and I'll raise a pint to you in honour.

May the light always find you on a dreary day.
When you need to be home, may you find your way.
May you always have courage to take a chance
And never find frogs in your underpants.
Here's to lying, stealing, and cheating!
May you lie to save a friend;
May you steal the heart of the one you love;
and may you cheat death.
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.

May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you wherever you go.

Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you.
And all that your heart may desire.

May the sound of happy music
And the lilt of Irish laughter
Fill your heart with gladness
That stays forever after.

May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.

May you work like you don't need the money,
Love like you've never been hurt, and
Dance like no one is watching.

May the cool rain quench your flowers' thirst
Renew your spirit,
And wash your troubles away.

God bless the corners of this house and all the lintel blessed,
And bless the hearth and bless the board and bless each place of rest,
And bless each door that opens wide to strangers as to kin,
And bless each crystal window pane that lets the starlight in,
And bless the rooftree overhead and every sturdy wall.
The peace of man. The peace of God. With peace and love for all.

Here's to you and here's to me
I pray that friends we'll always be,
But if by chance we disagree,
The hell with you and here's to me!

May you be buried in a casket made from the wood of a 100 year old oak
That I shall plant tomorrow.

May you live forever
And may the last words you hear be mine!

May the hinges of our friendship
Never grow rusty.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

May those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

May there be a generation of children
On the children of your children.

May the Lord keep you in His hand
And never close His fist too tight.

May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.

May there always be work for your hands to do,
May your purse always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine warm on your windowpane,
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you,
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

May your troubles be less
And your blessings be more.
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door.

May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.

May the most you wish for
Be the least you get.

May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light.
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.

May you always walk in sunshine.
May you never want for more.
May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door.

May I see you gray
And combing your grandchildren's hair.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
Slow to make enemies,
And quick to make friends.
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.

And remember,an Irishman is never drunk as long as he can hold onto one blade of grass to keep him from falling off the earth. And with raising that many pints, it's about what I'll be like I'm afraid.

And if you've got one that you'd prefer, leave it in the comments.


At 12:02 PM, Blogger Katie (WannaBeMom) said...

#16 is our favorite around here.

At 12:28 PM, Blogger Pamplemousse said...

Here's to you, April!

At 2:29 PM, Anonymous Wavery said...

These are all new to me, loving it!

At 2:31 PM, Blogger Cricket said...

I always say a simple Slainte!

But wordiness is always good.

At 2:34 PM, Blogger DD said...

Both #12 and #21 both struck me the deepest.

I symbolically raise a pint to you and all of your followers, April.


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