A Simple Prayer
The voice of the Celtic Christian tradition whispers to me like a cool wind across the windswept sea where it was born centuries ago. I admire its elegance, its simplicity, and the gentleness of its prayers, uttered since Saint Patrick took the great leap of faith to witness to his former captors on stormy Eire. I think that few traditions continue to touch people at that level of immediate vulnerability: pointing beyond the veil of our own experience, while richly engaging the senses at the same time. Such a gift from a land that has known more suffering than peace, that has known more strife than joy through its history. An excerpt from the prayer book I use in my daily devotion time, The Divine Hours by Phyllis Tickle: I should like a great lake of finest ale For the King of kings. I should like a table of the choicest food For the family of heaven. Let the ale be made from the fruits of Faith, And the food be forgiving love. I should welcome the poor to my