Where To Now, Saint Brendan?

 

Where to now, Saint Brendan?
Only you and Heaven know;
I’m older but no wiser,
And I’ve nowhere left to go.

Would I could take a coracle
And sail the sea like you,
Or find a seer and oracle
To guide in all I do.

But it’s too late, Saint Brendan,
The sands of time are gone,
I’m standing on the threshold
Of my oblivion.

Would I could fly like Mercury
An eagle on the wing,
I’d take me high where none can see,
Away from suffering.

But I’ve no wings, Saint Brendan,
No motor and no sail,
And I am weak from running,
I cannot long prevail.

So tell me this is not the end,
My hour’s not yet come,
Show me the way, my saintly friend,
For soon I will be done.

Where to now, Saint Brendan?
Please be my light and guide,
I’m tired of all this running
And I need a place to hide.

My mind and body weaken,
Sanctuary I yearn,
I’ve never felt so beaten,
Tell me Saint Brendan, tell me please,
Which way and where I turn.

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