However, as often happens, apparently God knocked on his door a second time and St Patrick decided to heed the call and become a priest. He returned to Ireland (a land of Druids and pagans) as a missionary and somehow managed to convert the wild Irish to Christianity. He was clever enough to choose the three-leafed clover, known in Ireland as the shamrock, as a symbol of the Holy Trinity – Father, Son and Holy Spirit. He obviously had a load of charm and cunning, and, so, the legend began, boosted by miracles. He died on March 17, 461.
Today I remember my grandmother and the Irish linen tea towel hanging in her kitchen with the following words attributed to St Patrick - called St Patrick’s Breastplate:
I’ve replaced the word CHRIST with LOVE but other words work equally well.
Love be with me, love within me
Love behind me, love before me
Love beside me, love to win me
Love to comfort and restore me.
Love beneath me, love above me
Love in quiet, love in danger
Love in hearts of all who know me
Love in mouths of friend and stranger. |