Those of you who are active in our community will know that I took a little sabbatical the last couple of months. It was a well needed rest and time to focus on my family as well as my study and prayer. I’m back now and I wanted to share with you all the project that I’ve been working on during this time.
I’ve been putting together a collection of Celtic poetry ranging in date from the early middle ages to the 19th century. It is 150 poems which have been arranged into a format that can be read as poetry or chanted like the psalms. It will even have accompanying harp music for all the musicians out there. I am calling it Psalter of the Birds. It will be published by Anamchara Books in the near future. We don’t have an exact release date yet but I will keep you all updated.
There is a medieval Irish psalter called Saltair na Rann (psalter of quatrains) which was the inspiration for this psalter. A psalter, in case you’re unfamiliar with the term, is a name typically given to the Book of Psalms in the bible. The psalms are called a psalter when they are used for singing or chanting. If you want to learn more about traditional plainchant for the psalms then THIS is an excellent free resource.
Saltair na Rann is not actually the book of Psalms, but rather a collection of 150 poems written in Irish which tells the scared history of the world as well as the theology of the monks who compiled it. Psalter of the Birds is also a collection of non-biblical poetry and is designed to give a broad overview of Celtic Christian spirituality, liturgy, and devotion. All of the poems have been translated into English and arranged into a quatrain format. A quatrain is a simple form of poetry made of four alternating lines.
Even though this project is also a psalter of quatrains, I chose to give it the name Psalter of the Birds because of a common theme in many Celtic texts. Birds are often presented as angels in disguise who are actually singing the psalms. One of the best examples of this comes from the Voyage of Brendan. I wrote one original poem for Psalter of the Birds, which will appear in the introduction. This poem, titled The Awen Tree, is my own artistic exploration of that story from Brendan woven together with the concept of Awen found in medieval Welsh poetry.
While this is not a historical pairing, I thought it helped to bring together the Welsh and Irish poetry which both feature prominently in the psalter. Awen quite literally means “inspiration” but it is also a mysterious term that is deeper than simply “getting an idea.” At times Awen appears to be a spiritual water which the bard draws forth from a well in the hidden recesses of nature. It is also presented as the practical skill of writing poetry, which can be acquired with study and practice.
Here is the poem I wrote:
The Awen Tree
A holy poem for this psalter A blessing from the God of verse May my Awen never falter And in all things the Trinity first My heart’s song is the Awen I bring it forth from the deep It is a mighty river when it flows I know where it meets the sea I know when it disappears I know when it overflows I know when it ebbs away I know its fountain down below Brendan sailed so far from home In search of what is true He was a pilgrim on the waves Set himself free into the blue He never steered his little boat But he always found his way At each island which God revealed He would stop to fast and pray There was an island with many birds Gathered in a beautiful oak tree Its nine branches reached the heavens Its taproot was nourished in the deep There were so many pure white birds That they covered up all the leaves Brendan fell to his knees in prayer In praise of the wonder which he did see “Oh God who knows all secret things And who reveals to us the mystery You know the suffering of my heart Teach me the secret of this tree” One bird came down to greet him The music of bells was on her wings She landed on his little boat And with joy she began to sing She spoke to him of cosmic battles And of life in higher realms She sang prophetically with wisdom While perched peacefully on his helm “You must return to this island every Easter To celebrate the feast of our Lord Until you find the promised land of the saints And set your feet on its radiant shore” Then the birds sang together for vespers And Brendan’s heart was gently warmed “Praise is due to you O God, in Zion And to you shall vows be performed” The rhythm of their beating wings Raised a song of sorrow in the air They stirred the elegant Awen Like the breeze of midnight prayers After vespers Brendan spoke to his friends “Take nourishment for your flesh For our souls have already been fed By divine food we have been refreshed” After their meal they came together And sang compline and went to sleep “The Lord hears me when I call to him I will lie down and rest in peace” Brendan did not rest with the others He did not join them in their sleep He stayed up until the midnight vigil So that his brothers he might keep He awoke them with a prayer “O God of Awen and of art You desire truth in my inner being Teach me wisdom in my secret heart” When the holy man finished praying In one voice the birds began to sing “Praise the Lord, all his angels Praise him with your heavenly wings” At sunrise the birds sang out again “May the splendour of the Lord come upon us” The angel song poured forth from the tree Blessing everyone with their promise At terce the birds sang once again “Sing psalms of praise to our King Sing psalms of praise to our God Sing psalms with understanding” At sext the birds sang once again “May God bless us in our meditation And shine his radiant face upon us Let him be praised by his creation” At nones the birds sang once again “Behold the good we are expressing When kindred live together in unity For there the Lord ordained his blessing” In this way they marked the sacred hours As is done by the nine ranks of heaven The birds drew forth the Awen of deep remembering The number of times they prayed was seven Let all creation rejoice together Make a joyful noise all the earth Bless our God, every creature Let the sound of his praise be heard Come and hear, all you who fear the Lord And I will tell you what he has done for me Every time I circle back to my psalter I remember the love of the Holy Three And every year Brendan returned To celebrate the Easter mass With the angels in the tree And the music on the wing
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