The seed is with Christ
and the harvest is with Christ.
May we be swept into God’s granery.
The sea is with Christ
And the fish are with Christ.
May we be swept into God’s nets.
From growth to maturity,
and from maturity to death,
May you, O Christ,
Close your arms tightly around us!
From death to finish-oh it is not finish,
But a new growth.
May we be found dwelling
In the paradise of the graced!
(Anonymous)
William John Fitzgerald. A Contemporary Celtic Prayer Book.