Here are some blessings and poems that I collected from my books.

I will post here the words I like the most.

Where possible I have listed the author's name

The Song of Amergin

I am the wind on the sea, I am a wave of the ocean, I am the roar of the wave, I am an ox of seven exiles, I am a hawk on a cliffe, I am a tear of the sun, I am a turning in a maze, I am a boar in valour, I am a salmon in a pool, I am a lake on a plain, I am a dispensing power, I am a grass-blade in the earth.

Subject to decay, I am a creative, weaving god, who counsels the head. Who else clears the stones of a mountain? Who is it who declaims the sun's rising? Who is better to tell where the sun sets? Who brings cattle from the house of Tethra? Upon whom do the cattle of Tethra smile? Who is the ox? Who is the weaving god who mends the thatch of wounds? The incantation of a spear - the incantation of the wind!

Celtic Blessing of the Three

The sacred three, my fortress be, encircling me, come and be round, my heart, my home.

Fend thou my kin, and every sleeping thing within, from scathe, from sin. Thy care our peace, through mid of night, to light release.

Mac Lean

Celtic Blessing of the Elements

I arise today, through the strenght of heaven. Light of sun, radiance of moon, splendour of fire, speed of lightning, swiftness of wind, depth of sea, stability of earth, firmness of rock.

Meyer

Gaelic Blessing

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 son of Peace to you.

From "Songs of Experience"

Hear the voice of the Bard!

Who present, past and future sees;

Whose ears have heard

The Holy Word

That walk'd among the ancient trees,

Calling the lapsed soul

And weeping in the evening dew;

that might control

The starry pole,

And fallen, fallen light renew.

William Blake

Merlin

Druid Merlin sank a sword

Deep in coldly living stone.

"The true High King shall draw this sword,"

said Merlin's rune, "and he alone."

Druid Merlin watched the tribes

Gather and hum like swarming hives.

Mantled in darkness, he watched men strain

and strive and stop and struggle again.

One-hand, two-hands, kings and knights

Sought to prove their known birthrights,

Fought and cajoled the stubborn stone

With grumbling roar and yelding groan.

Moveless still the king's sword shone.

Muffled in silence, Merlin awaited

One whose coming he had fated.

Mantled in mist he stood alone,

Straight and still as the sword in the stone,

Quiet and dim as a figure of dream

That watches us from the circling stream

Of dream-world, real-world plan and pain.

The crowd departed, the Driud stayed,

Muffled, mantled, dream-grey, frayed,

Awaiting the boy whom he had fated.

In haste, the boy came seeking a sword.

And Merlin like an angel hovered,

Silent, hidden, dream-cloud covered,

As do our Fates, unguessed, unasked,

Who might to gladly stand unmasked.

Druid Merlin watched the boy

Grip and grasp with easy joy,

And slide from stone with steely ring,

That sword fated for the king.

Look for Merlin, watching near,

Your Angel, your unheeded Seer.

Hear his words worth more than gold.

Contemplate his insights, told

In omens, fantasies, and dreams

That chart the course of future streams.

Then slide from stone with steely ring

Your own sword fated for the king.

Anne Crompton

Journey into the Depths

Part 1: Departure

Brilliant blue day, ocean reflects sky

And I swim with joy,

Almost fly... across the waves.

Suddenly I realize

I am surrounded by whales... Seven!

Gliding counter-clockwise

We are a kaleidoscope... a Mandalla.

Part 2: Descent

Their circular dancing creats a whirlpool

And I, at the center (fooled!)

Am spinning down... down... down...

FEAR! I cannot hold my breath!

Certain to drown

Down... down... down...

I'll meet my death!

Part 3: The Gift

Then, finding myself on the ocean floor,

(softer and warmer than a feather bed)

There is breath... osmosis

It was a door... Valhalla!

A circular shaft of light

Warms me from the wales' circling height.

Once I get past the fear

I find it safe down here.

Part 4: The Return

On a long narrow pier, walking back to the Earth

Dolphins come to greet my new state of birth

Smiling, the stan erect near the pier

Back to back, so my hans

Can caress each, all the way to the land

Author Unknown