A Spring Blessing 

Blessed are you, spring,bright season of life awakening.

You gladden our hearts with opening buds and returning leaves as you put on your robes of splendour.

For in your life no death can survive as you exchange places with winter.

You harbour no unforgiving spirit for broken tree limbs and frozen buds.

Season of hope and renewal.

Wordless poem about all within us that cannot die.

Each year you amaze us with the miracle of returning life.


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Pundits waiting for the arrival of the King Puck at the Annual Puck Fair Festival, Killorglin, County Kerry, Ireland’s oldest festival which dates back to pre-christian times with celebrations of a fruitful harvest and that the male goat or “Puck” the pagan symbol of fertility is hoisted 25 meters in the town square every year, and people drink solidly for three days in his honour. PHOTO: Valerie O’Sullivan