O God of ageless sea and sky,
of mountain crags
and hidden bogs
where steps are treacherous,
accompany us
in swirling winds
and the skylark's song.
O God of dunes and shifting sands
of wandering cattle
and grazing sheep
who roam the shoreline,
accompany us
in salty fog
and the swallow's flight.
O God of Columba
and ancient faith
of those who followed,
where high crosses beckon
accompany us
amid remains
of what once was here.
Bless us, O God of then and now,
of old and new.
When the gulf seems wide
accompany us
in longings for the Mystery
that is You.
Beautiful and serene
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