On these shores
People prayed to the morning sun.
On these shores
People gathered food, repaired nets.
On these shores
People launched and landed coracles,
Placed their hope in the God of travelers.
On these shores
Patrick arrived in slavery,
Escaped with sailors,
Returned as missionary.
On these shores
Columba left his homeland
And entered his exile.
On these shores
People walked and worked,
Laughed and cried,
Sang and prayed.
On these shores, this day,
I walk. I pray.
I thank God for my ancestors,
Pilgrims, travelers,
Faithful ones who came before.
On these shores.
All the Wonders 
Beautiful
Thank you!