My only claims to Ireland and St. Patrick is my surname and a tiny green clover pin I wear once each year. I use those to stake my Gaelic claim to promises greater than “May the good Lord take a liking to you” offered by Roy Rogers after he and Dale Evans sang “Happy Trails to You.”
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
This well-known Gaelic blessing is at the top of my favorites because I don’t like to climb mountains or walk against strong wind. I prefer warm days to extremes of hot or cold. Harsh rain and swollen streams are not my preference for travel weather. Beyond great weather, the Irish bless me with safety in the palm of God’s hand. With all these promises, I am Irish—at least for today.