Exactly two years ago, "An Old Woman of the Roads" by Padraic Column appeared as the first Cottage Blessings post. This is a poem I've always loved that touches upon the theme intended for this blog--gratitude for the simple blessings of home and family. It has become a custom of mine to repeat the poem every year--I hope you will love it as much as I do.
An Old Woman of the Roads
by Padraic Colum (1881-1972)
O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!
I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping the hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!
I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loath to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!
Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!
And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house, a house of my own,
Out of the wind's and the rain's way