Unknown priest, king of forgotten
Lands, motherless, fatherless
Across time, no slaughter made,
Bread and wine fill the benediction,
Benison of bygone world to
Come again, sound of prayer
On the dusty wind mingled
With murmur of oak leaves
Call of birds, shifting of
Cloud light mountains.
Eternal priest, king of
Unknown lands
Our praise to you for
Your blessing.
Author: Duncan MacNae
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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