A Celtic Prayer

Many a time I wish I were other than I am.

I weary of the solemn tide;

Of the little fields;

Of this brooding isle.

I long to be rid of the weight of duty

And to have my part in ampler life.

O Thou, Who art wisdom and pity both,

Set me free from the lordship of desire.

Help me find my happiness

In my acceptance of what is my purpose:

In friendly eyes;

In work well done;

In quietness born of trust, and, most of all,

In the awareness of your Presence in my spirit.