I Prayed In The Woods And On

I Prayed In The Woods And On The Mountain, Even Before Dawn. I Felt No Hurt From The Snow Or Ice Or Rain.

That Which I Have Set Out In Latin Is Not My Words But The Words Of God And Of Apostles And Prophets, Who Of Course Have Never Lied. He Who Believes Shall Be Saved, But He Who Does Not Believe Shall Be Damned. God Has Spoken.

I Grieve For You, How I Mourn For You, Who Are So Very Dear To Me, But Again I Can Rejoice Within My Heart, Not For Nothing Have I Labored, Neither Has My Exile Been In Vain.

He [god] Watched Over Me Before I Knew Him, And Before I Learned Sense Or Even Distinguished Between Good And Evil, And He Protected Me, And Consoled Me As A Father Would His Son.

And There I Saw In The Night The Vision Of A Man....coming As It Were From Ireland, With Countless Letters. And He Gave Me One Of Them, And I Read The Opening Words Of The Letter, Which Were, The Voice Of The Irish...and As I Read The Beginning Of The Letter I Thought That At The Same Moment I Heard Their Voice - They Were Those Beside The Wood Of Voclut, Which Is Near The Western Sea - And Thus Did They Cry Out As With One Mouth: We Ask Thee, Boy, Come And Walk Among Us Once More.