Happy St. David's Day!

Today is the Feast of St. David, the Patron Saint of Wales. My father's father came from Wales. His father was a coal miner and they came to B.C. to work in the mines there. From that side of the family I learned to support unions and sing in groups. From Tom Graham, one of my religious studies profs at the U of Winnipeg, I learned to wear a leek on March 1st. Well, okay, he wore a leek on March 1st and I learned what a leek was. Can't say that I've ever actually worn one but I do like eating them now. If you don't like leeks eat a Welsh cake instead (too bad they have raisins in them - yuck). Now if only I had been named Philipa Phillips!

   Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, 
 pilgrim through this barren land.  
 I am weak, but thou art mighty; 
 hold me with thy powerful hand.  
 Bread of heaven, bread of heaven, 
 feed me till I want no more; 
 feed me till I want no more.

 Open now the crystal fountain, 
 whence the healing stream doth flow; 
 let the fire and cloudy pillar 
 lead me all my journey through.  
 Strong deliverer, strong deliverer, 
 be thou still my strength and shield; 
 be thou still my strength and shield.

 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
 bid my anxious fears subside; 
 death of death and hell's destruction, 
 land me safe on Canaan's side.  
 Songs of praises, songs of praises, 
 I will ever give to thee; 
 I will ever give to thee.
  William Williams