Reblogged from: A Pastor's Thoughts
I am the wind that breathes upon the sea,celtic_cross.jpg
I am the wave on the ocean,
I am the murmur of leaves rustling,
I am the rays of the sun,
I am the beam of the moon and stars,
I am the power of trees growing,
I am the bud breaking into blossom,
I am the movement of the salmon swimming,
I am the courage of the wild boar fighting,
I am the speed of the stage running,
I am the strength of the ox pulling the plough,
I am the size of the mighty oak tree,
And I am the thoughts of all people Who praise my beauty and grace.
I saw a stranger last night.
I put food in the eating place,
Drink in the drinking place,
Music in the listening place,
And in the Name of the Triune God,
He blessed myself and my cattle and my dear ones.
And the lark said in her song,
‘Often, often, often, goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.’