February
9th - Sant Teliau (aka Teilo, Telo, Theleau, Eliud, Eliau,
and Eilliau!)
Teliau
was born at Penalun/Penally, near Tenby in Pembrokeshire, around the
year 500, the son of Issel, and uncle of Ismael and Euddogwy (all
Welsh saints). Some sources claim he was the grandson of Ceredig, son
of Cunedda, and thus a member of the royal family of Gwynedd. He is
also reputed to be a cousin, friend and disciple of St. David.
In
the 540s, when the yellow plague was affecting Britain, Teliau and a
group of his monks moved to Brittany, and are reported to have stayed
here for seven years and seven months. During this time they
travelled through the region, were entertained by King Geraint, and
joined Samson of Dol at Dol-de-Bretage (near St. Malo).
The orchards there are known as the Groves of Teilo and Samson.
Teliau subsequently returned to Llandeilo Fawr (in Wales) and
succeeded Dubricius as Bishop of Llandaff. He died in
560, and his tomb is at Llandaff Cathedral. Relics are also venerated
at Landeleau and Plogonnac (Finistere).
Teliau is often represented in
Breton churches, including that at Carnoet, riding a stag, the animal
which, for the Celts, symbolises life after death.
The Deer's Cry
(aka
St. Patrick's Breastplate)
I arise today through the
strength of heaven,
light of sun, radiance of moon,
splendour of fire, speed of
lightning,
swiftness of wind, depth of the
sea,
stability of earth, firmness of
rock.
I arise today through God's
strength to pilot me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me
from all who shall wish me
ill,
afar and a-near, alone and in a
multitude,
against every cruel, merciless
power
that may oppose my body and
soul.
Christ with me, Christ before
me,
Christ behind me, Christ in me,
Christ beneath me, Christ
above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on
my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ
when I sit down,
Christ when I arise, Christ to
shield me,
Christ in the heart of
everyone who thinks of me
Christ in the mouth of
everyone who speaks of me.
Thus I arise today.
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