Today is the feast day of St. David of Wales. Below is a poem shared by my teacher in the online class (on praying with the Celtic saints) that I am taking.
Dewi Sant (Saint David)
I saw Dewi strolling from county to county like God's gypsy,
with the Gospel and the Altar in his caravan;
and coming to us in the Colleges and schools to show us
what is the purpose of learning.
He went down to the bottom of the pit with the miners
and cast the light of his wise lamp on the coal-face;
on the platform of the steel works he put on the goggles and the little blue shirt
and showed the Christian being purified like metal in the furnace;
and led the proletariat to his unrespectable Church.
He carried his Church everywhere as a body, life, brain and will
that did little and great things.
He brought the Church to our homes,
and took bread from the pantry and bad wine from the cellar,
and stood behind the table like a tramp
so as not to hide the wonder of the Sacrifice from us.
And after the Communion we chatted by the fireside,
and he talked to us about God's natural order,
the person, the family, the nation and the society of nations,
and the Cross keeping us from turning any one of them into a god.
