Printable Irish Blessings Novels & Stories

It was a tradition in the gipsy clan for the elders to bless the new joining. “My sweet girl, of course I will give you my blessing. Who am I to go against the Gods who decided your fate way before you were born? I can see in your eyes how much you two care for each other,” she told me as she walked towards me in her long ruffled green dress. “May the Gods give you a love that lasts forever and many healthy children to your household with laughter and joy,” Grandma said, making a quick cross over my head, before she extended her hand for the traditional kiss.

The witch's eyes emitted white light and she began to chant in a foreign tongue. "Tríd an gcumhacht a tugadh dúinn ó na déithe agus na bandéithe de ríochtaí na ríochtaí uile, le grá agus onóir, beannaigh mé an aontas seo." (Through the power given to us from the gods and goddesses of all kingdoms, with love and honor, I have blessed this union) Xander whispered to her, interpreting the lady's Gaelic tongue. She was calling upon the gods and goddesses that created them to bless them, to accept their union.

"God, who disclosed your only-begotten Son to all nations by the direction of a single star, grant that we who now know you by faith may one day behold you in your heavenly majesty, through Christ our Lord.” “Amen.” “Peoples shall walk in your light, and kings in the splendor of your birth.” “And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.” “Let us pray. Lord God almighty, bless this home, and under its shelter let there be vigor, chastity, self-conquest, meekness, righteousness, compassion, subservience to your commandments, and thanksgiving to God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. May your blessing remain always in this home and on those who live here, through Christ our Lord.”

Iris’s POV The priest began to speak, and the words washed over me in waves. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. I had heard these words a hundred times at a hundred weddings, but they felt different now like an accusation disguised as a blessing. "Iris," the priest said, turning to me. "Do you take this man to be your husband? To love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Or something. My grandmother said it was the spirits of some of the greatest seers. Sometimes, when they want to pass an important message, they do it through a seer, like me." "It looked more like they were trying to kill you. Are you sure you're okay?" Saoirse nodded again. "I'm fine. I came to see how you were doing. You don't look too good." "I don't feel too good," Iris murmured. "Sit down. I'll do the spell." "What? No! You just recovered from a...um...possession?" Saoirse shook her head. "Sit down, Iris. I'm totally fine." Iris obliged, and Saoirse began to chant.

Because of you, I learned to write and read, and now we will realize your dream of becoming a Doctor. I'm going to save money. With a large sum of money. Blessy, I love you. Remember that, and please don't grow tired of waiting for me. I left some money that I had previously saved. Use that while you wait for me. I'll return as soon as possible. I'm not sure how long it will be, but I know they will protect you even if I'm not there. Blessy, I hope you'll forgive me. "Fender..." Her tears fall down from her eyes. "You are so unfair!"

Their hands remained clasped between his, large and steady. “You can’t leave without me blessing you,” he said, closing his eyes for a moment. He took a deep breath, and his voice turned deep and affectionate. “May God light your path. May there be respect, patience, and partnership every day. May you face hardships together and celebrate joys together. May mistakes remain in the past, and may your future be built with love and wisdom. May you have a blessed honeymoon, and may you, Liam, take good care of her, as you promised in front of all of us.”

But unlike the last time, he didn't broke the stare as he started singing making my doubled heartbeat doubled even more. "May you have auspiciousness and causes of success May you have the confidence to always fo your best May you take no effort in your being generous Sharing what you can, nothing more, nothing less May you know the meaning of the word happiness May you always lead from the beating of your chest May you be treated like an esteemed guest May you get to rest, may you catch your breath."

’ Smiling, the priestess continued as she recited the blessing. “Blessed be your breath; may you breathe deep as you take in power. Blessed be your eyes as they look to the future and the skies. Blessed be your ears as you listen to the world around you and the moon goddess to guide you. Blessed be your tongue as you speak only truth and taste only the sweetness of life. Blessed be your hands as you grasp what the world and moon goddess provide. Blessed be your feet as they carry you through this world and the next.” Stepping back, Imogen handed the infant to Emmeline who held her close.

Emma blushed, turned her face, and said, “Who’s thinking of you now? Hmph! I’ve only recited it a few times, and I still have to recite it a few more times for the blessing to stay with you. Don’t disturb me.” Thomas frowned. “I’ve come back safely, what’s the point of reciting it even more?” Emma pursed her lips, “This is not okay. The blessing will only stick if I’m sincere. Since I promised to recite it seventy times seven times, I have to recite it seventy times seven times, and I can’t fall short of one. Otherwise, the Lord will not give us His blessing next time.” She pushed Thomas and said, “Hurry up and take a shower. Your body stinks. If you don’t clean yourself, you are not allowed