Dear Lord,
Give me a few friends
who will love me for what I am,
and keep ever burning
before my vagrant steps
the kindly light of hope...
And though I come not within sight
of the castle of my dreams,
teach me to be thankful for life,
and for time's olden memories
that are good and sweet.
And may the evening's twilight
find me gentle still.
(Found on the faithandworship.com site while hunting down resources on St. Patrick and Celtic prayer for catechesis class. I'll have to see if I can't hunt down a specific attribution later. But ah, this one spoke to my heart this evening. Or my heart spoke it.)
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