O Christ of the poor and the yearning

kindle in my heart within

a flame of love for my neighbour,

for my foe, for my friend, for my kindred all.

From the humblest thing that lives

to the Name that is highest of all,

kindle in my heart within

a flame of love.

This day and this night

may I know, O God

the deep peace

of the running wave,

the deep peace

of the flowing air,

the deep peace

of the quiet earth,

the deep peace 

of the shining stars,

the deep peace

of the Son of Peace.

O Christ of the least and the homeless,

O Christ of the lost and betrayed,

come close to me this night

that I may come close to you.

As you watched me with care

at my soul’s shaping

look on me now with grace.

As you blessed me with light

at the sun’s rising

shine on me now with love.

I end this day as 

the Son of Mary would end it.

The grace of God be on this place

and on all whom God has given me.

Who keeps watch over us this night?

Who but the Christ of Love.

(Celtic Prayers from Iona — Justice and Peace)