The Angels of Éire

They came from across the sea

They came from a land of beauty, a land of magic, a land of nature. A land that had seen great nations rise and fall, one that had been tumbled by war and by hardship, but one that always rose again to a new and greater height. And they were one of its newest generation, young and free, spreading their wings and soaring to new and loftier peaks.

There were five in the beginning, five of these muses, these angels of music. Five voices, pure and clear. Four sang from their lips, one from strings of light and merriment. These were the five brave angels who began it all, coming together under a new leader, one also seeking to spread his wings further. He brought them together. He taught them how to fly as one.

At first, their song was small. For in a land where so many were seeking to fly, five fledglings striking out seemed of little importance. But they would not stay small. Slowly, their song rang louder, clearer, brighter.
Their wings spread wider and wider, and soon they were rising above the heights of those before them, pressing on to new and greener pastures.

And so they came across the sea, to a new land, a younger land. And there they were welcomed with open arms. There, they found a great, untouched expanse of fertile soil, of opened ears and wide eyes waiting to drink in the rain of their music. And so they brought forth that which their followers so desired; the gift of their song.

Years passed. Some of the angels left, striking out for other soils. But new ones joined their ranks, and their song rang out the clearer for it. They spread their songs, their music, their magic, across the world, to the four corners of the earth, until the very air shook with their melody.

And still they sing. While angels have come and gone, these still sing out strong and clear. And may their songs ring out for years to come. For these are the Angels of Éire. These are the Muses singing out to a ready and waiting multitude.

And they came from across the sea.

Written for Celtic Woman, My Favorite Musical Group Ever!!!

Chloë: Keep Smiling!

Máiréad: May Your String Never Break!

Susan: Don’t Just Fly; Soar!

Lisa: Spread Your Joy!

And David: May The Fountain of Your Genius Never Run Dry!