Some lines of a prayer attributed to Saint Columba: Delightful I think it to be in the bosom of an isle, on the peak of a rock, that I might often see there the calm of the sea. That I might see its heavy waves over the glittering ocean, as they chant a melody to their father on their eternal course. That I might see its smooth strand of clear headlands, no gloomy thing; that I might hear the voice of the wondrous birds, a joyful course. That I might hear the sound of the shallow waves against the rocks; that I might hear the cry by the graveyard, the noise of the sea. That I might see its splendid flocks of birds over the full-watered ocean; that I might see its mighty whales, greatest of wonders. That I might see its ebb and flood-tide in their flow; that this may be my name, a secret I tell. He who turned his back on Ireland. That I might bless the Lord who has power over all, Heaven with its pure host of angels, earth, ebb, flood-tide. Amen. (Kenneth Jackson, Studies in Early Celtic Nature Poetry)
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 12:49:00 +0000
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