The Path I Walk

A Poem of St. Columba of Iona


The path I walk, Christ walks it.

May the land in which I am be without sorrow.

May the Trinity protect me wherever I stay, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Bright angels walk with me, dear Presence, in every dealing.

In every dealing I pray them that no one’s poison may reach me.

The ninefold people of heaven of holy cloud, the tenth force of the stout earth.

Favourable company, they come wth me, so that the Lord may not be angry with me.

May I arrive at every place, may I return home; may the way in which I spend be a way without loss.

May every path before me be smooth, man, woman and child welcome me.

A truly good journey! Well does the fair Lord show us a course, a path.

                   — attributed to St. Columba of Iona (but probably later) public domain

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