A small part of the Silverleaf Trilogy

That’s a story for another time. As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkening sky, he spurred his horse and headed Forenya, dust and stones flew up behind him creating a storm, the Monastery disappearing far behind him…he remembered the blessing of the Abbot, an early Celtic Benediction, he recited it to himself….word for word…

 

“Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.”

 

The Abbots’ final blessing was simple and more to his liking

 

“Slainte mhor agus a h-uile beannachd duibh”

 

Which in common tongue means “Good health and every good blessing to you!”

 

With that ringing in his ears and heart he sped ever Forenyawards on the only road out of the safe-haven towards the last inn on the edge of the forest before heading off into the hostile mountains at day break….