The Book of St Brigid, by Colm Keane & Una O’ Hagan is still available to order.
Please contact the Parish Office on 01-2954296 to ensure you receive a copy.
Saint Brigit Passes
I thought the winter lingered still
So harsh and humoursome the wind,
But Brigit of the blessed name
Has passed and left the lambs behind.
Their little voices made a song
That drove the winter from my mind.
So harsh and humoursome the wind,
But Brigit of the blessed name
Has passed and left the lambs behind.
Their little voices made a song
That drove the winter from my mind.
At Barnacullia all the whins
Were bright to see as guinea gold,
And in Kilternan primroses
Peeped kindly at me from the mould;
Glencullen’s larches showed young green
That took the malice from the cold.
In Enniskerry I have watched
How April’s fingers touched the trees,
And by the Dargle seen the ground
Grow azure with anemones.
The tiny wren upon the bough
Singing rebuked my heart’s unease.
