26th November

My Plants

I will sing about your strength. Morning by morning I will sing of your love. Psalm 59: 16

In the morning, my Lord, I offer you praise
As I water my plants set out in their trays,
As I think of their roots, to make the plant strong
And I feed on your Word, which never is wrong,
As I look at the leaves, turned face to the sun
May I look towards you until this day is done,
As I admire the bright flowers
Giving glory to you
May I bring pleasure in the things that I do.
As I look at the fruit, tasty and sweet,
May I taste of you to the people I meet.
As I think of the seed, hidden away,
May I plant one seed for you on this day.
In the morning, my Lord, I offer you praise
As I water my plants set out in my trays.
Craig Roberts Pocket Celtic Prayers

O Son of my God, what a pride, what a pleasure
To plough the blue sea!
The waves of the fountain of deluge to measure
dear ire, to Thee.
The host of the gulls come with joyous commotion
And screaming and sport
I welcome my boat ‘Dewy-Red’ from the ocean
Arriving in port.
The sounds of the winds in the elms
Like the strings of a harp being played
The note of the blackbird that claps
With the wings of delight in the glade
Attributed to Columba

God of the rising green,
God of the sweeping blue,
God of the long bright day,
May I sweep glory to you

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