Inside each of us has their place,

Their role, reliant on the other, in a very special way.

Creating a bond, which though strong,

Excludes others for the duration of the voyage.

 

Avoiding any friendly engagement with the outside world.

 

Surrounded by mash defending our faith,

The fish pie is served with dollops of

Love and island hospitality;

Making it clear what makes our fish pie

The best.

 

Like the fish,

Slippery and fun filled.

We look for friendly spots

Full of food yet devoid of danger;

Yearning for rivers deep and exciting.

 

Anglers search for the right fly,

Lines land on the water each presenting

Their own little case,

Hoping the fly will be attractive to

The dispensation fish; splashing meaning in our lives.

 

Now caught and lovingly baked

Conversations span the ages, faith, and families,

All in a whirlpool them;

What it means to be an Irish fish

In another man’s stream and far from home.

 

Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

 

Shortened version of the full Prayer on St. Patrick’s Day