Lorica

An attempt at a Lorica prayer in honor of St. Paddy...and a nod to St Gerty.

I bind to myself today the wholeness of being

I bind to myself today the giggles of small children

I bind to myself today the hug of one loved

I bind to myself today the bonds of friendship

I bind to myself today the whisper of wind in the trees

I bind to myself today the gurgle of the mountain brook

I bind to myself today rustling of prairie grasses

I bind to myself today the never sleeping sounds of the city

I bind to myself today the smells of the sidewalk vendor

I bind to myself today the crush of millions in community

I bind to myself today the welcoming bark

I bind to myself today the purr of the cat

I bind to myself today the rustle of book leaves

I bind to myself today the bugle of the elk

I bind to myself today the growl of the bear

I bind to myself today the bark of the prairie dog

I bind to myself today the roar of the jet engine

I bind to myself today the air braking bus

I bind to myself today the wind in Skyscraper Canyon

I bind to myself today the sizzle of the frying pan

I bind to myself today the chop of vegetables

I bind to myself today the consumptive crunch

I bind to myself today the icy slush of freezing lakes

I bind to myself today the creaking of thawing ice

I bind to myself today the rush of the freed flood

I bind to myself today the buzz of electric wires

I bind to myself today the quiet of reading

I bind to myself today soft candle light

I bind to myself today the stars of the night

I bind to myself today the stoic cathedral trees

I bind to myself today the grazing fawn at night

I bind to myself today the twinkling town lights

I bind to myself today the lights in darkness

I bind to myself today the smile on her lips

I bind to myself today the wholeness of being hale.