Anonymous

A Celtic Rune of Hospitality

I saw a stranger yestereen;
I put food in the eating place,
           Drink in the drinking place,
           Music in the listening place;
And in the sacred names of the Triune
He blessed me and my house
My cattle and my dear ones.
And the lark said in her song:
Often, often, often,
Goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.
Often, often, often,
Goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.

Translated from the Gaelic.