Cari amici ed amiche.
Ieri era la festa di San Patrizio, Patrono d'Irlanda, e, a causa di impegni non ho potuto parlarne.
Lo faccio oggi, citando un articolo del blog "The Linen on The Hedgerow" (http://linenonthehedgerow.blogspot.it/) che recita:
"Today is, of course, St Patrick's Day and as my Confirmation name is Patrick and as I have a teaspoon or two of Irish blood in me (albeit dating back to 1845 which is but a blink of an eye in Irish history), here is my tribute to the great saint, his own poem which I dedicate to all Irish Catholic bloggers.
Written by St. Patrick in 377 A.D.
I arise todayThrough a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,Through a belief in the Threeness,Through confession of the OnenessOf the Creator of creation.
I arise todayThrough the strength of Christ's birth and His baptism,Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial,Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.
I arise todayThrough the strength of the love of cherubim,In obedience of angels,In service of archangels,In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,In the prayers of patriarchs,In preachings of the apostles,In faiths of confessors,In innocence of virgins,In deeds of righteous men.
I arise todayThrough the strength of heaven;Light of the sun,Splendor of fire,Speed of lightning,Swiftness of the wind,Depth of the sea,Stability of the earth,Firmness of the rock.
I arise todayThrough God's strength to pilot me;God's might to uphold me,God's wisdom to guide me,God's eye to look before me,God's ear to hear me,God's word to speak for me,God's hand to guard me,God's way to lie before me,God's shield to protect me,God's hosts to save meFrom snares of the devil,From temptations of vices,From every one who desires me ill,Afar and anear,Alone or in a multitude.
I summon today all these powers between me and evil,Against every cruel merciless power that opposes my body and soul,Against incantations of false prophets,Against black laws of pagandom,Against false laws of heretics,Against craft of idolatry,Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul.Christ shield me todayAgainst poison, against burning,Against drowning, against wounding,So that reward may come to me in abundance.
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 in the heart of every man who thinks of me,Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,Christ in the eye that sees me,Christ in the ear that hears me.
I arise todayThrough a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,Through a belief in the Threeness,Through a confession of the OnenessOf the Creator of creation. Is there dispensation today for the odd pint of Guinness or a couple of Paddy Whiskies?".
Written by St. Patrick in 377 A.D.
I arise todayThrough a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,Through a belief in the Threeness,Through confession of the OnenessOf the Creator of creation.
I arise todayThrough the strength of Christ's birth and His baptism,Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial,Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.
I arise todayThrough the strength of the love of cherubim,In obedience of angels,In service of archangels,In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,In the prayers of patriarchs,In preachings of the apostles,In faiths of confessors,In innocence of virgins,In deeds of righteous men.
I arise todayThrough the strength of heaven;Light of the sun,Splendor of fire,Speed of lightning,Swiftness of the wind,Depth of the sea,Stability of the earth,Firmness of the rock.
I arise todayThrough God's strength to pilot me;God's might to uphold me,God's wisdom to guide me,God's eye to look before me,God's ear to hear me,God's word to speak for me,God's hand to guard me,God's way to lie before me,God's shield to protect me,God's hosts to save meFrom snares of the devil,From temptations of vices,From every one who desires me ill,Afar and anear,Alone or in a multitude.
I summon today all these powers between me and evil,Against every cruel merciless power that opposes my body and soul,Against incantations of false prophets,Against black laws of pagandom,Against false laws of heretics,Against craft of idolatry,Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul.Christ shield me todayAgainst poison, against burning,Against drowning, against wounding,So that reward may come to me in abundance.
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 in the heart of every man who thinks of me,Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,Christ in the eye that sees me,Christ in the ear that hears me.
I arise todayThrough a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,Through a belief in the Threeness,Through a confession of the OnenessOf the Creator of creation. Is there dispensation today for the odd pint of Guinness or a couple of Paddy Whiskies?".
San Patrizio (385-461) fu uno di quei personaggi detti "di frontiera".
Egli, infatti, visse nel periodo in cui l'Impero Romano d'Occidente si stava dissolvendo e stavano nascendo i regni romano-germanici.
In quell'Europa che divenne cristiana stavano prendendo piede dei popoli che cristiani non erano, come i Franchi, o che erano cristiani eretici, come i Goti, che erano ariani.
Egli fu rapito e portato in Irlanda come schiavo.
Gli Irlandesi volevano schiavizzarlo e, forse, fargli abiurare la fede cristiana ma, in realtà, fu lui a vincere ed i suoi carcerieri divennero i suoi devoti.
Oggi, San Patrizio rappresenta quel popolo europeo che volle restare tale.
Questo ci deve fare riflettere.
Anche oggi stanno venendo qui in Europa dei popoli non cristiani.
Tuttavia non siamo in grado di riospondere, come risposero gli Europei del tempo di San Patrizio.
Così, noi rischiamo di perdere il nostro patrimonio culturale e religioso.
Se seguite il link http://italiaemondo.blogspot.it/2009/12/patricius-et-coroticus.html, potrete leggere una mia poesia.
Cordiali saluti.
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