The Mystery

[RevMiracle]

The Mystery* This poem is ascribed to Amergin, a Milesian prince or druid who settled in Ireland hundreds of years before Christ

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,

I am the wave of the ocean,

I am the murmur of the billows,

I am the ox of the seven combats,

I am the vulture upon the rocks,

I am the beam of the sun,

I am the fairest of plants,

I am the wild boar in valour,

I am a salmon in the water,

I am a lake in the plain,

I am a word of science,

I am the point of the lance of battle,

I am the God who created in the head the fire.

Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain?

Who announces the ages of the moon?

Who teaches the place where couches the sun?

(If not I)

[Atwater Vitki]

I need to look it up and will post after I search study notes from years ago, but I know I have a reference to this and the prince who became a druidic priest later in his life. But yes, this is exactly what I mean about the old ways and how things are not as devilish as suspected by the "Black Robes of the White Christ" back then or even today.

Thanks for the post Miracle...

Blessings of Peace,

[RevMiracle]

Thank you Reverend Al, I look forward to learning more about the author all I know of him is this poem.