Thought
Western isle remote and green
Sacred land of harp and song
Dotted sheep on hills in fields
Tales of gods and Fionn MacCumhaill
Saints and scholars were not weak
Their Celtic blood was fiercest streak
Their words struck hearts of lesser men
Their shining lives, their art and pen
Noble stock announced new dawn
A Brigid in Tyrone was born
Power, strength and virtue hold
As in the missionary days of old
Race toughened by Atlantic wind
Resolve that cold could not rescind
Burning flame of zeal for cause
Revolutions over oppressive laws
Each soul Divine should mankind know
In Éire this message too should go
Inspired by Irish heart and blood
From here this news the world will flood
Hearken all with Om as bell
That rings out true at Ladyswell !!
Prayer
O Divine Helmsman: your grace has flowed in your own time at your own pace in the sacred pilgrimage area of Our Lady’s well. Your inspiration on the one side was matched by your response on the other. Blessed art thou