Ikon of St. Columba

Columcille fecit

The Columcille fecit, is beautiful poem capturing the heart felt pain and yearning that Columba felt upon his becoming an ‘exile for Christ’ from Ireland. A pilgrimage upon the ocean that would ultimately lead to his settling on the isle of Iona.

Delightful would it be to me to be in Uchd Ailiun

On the pinnacle of a rock,

That I might often see

The face of the ocean;

That I might see it’s heaving waves

Over the wide ocean,

When they chant music to their Father

Upon the world’s course;

That I might see its level sparkling strand,

It would be no cause of sorrow;

That I might hear the song of the wonderful birds,

Source of happiness;

That I might hear the thunder of the crowding waves

Upon the rocks;

That I might hear the roar by the side of the church

Of the surrounding sea;

That I might see its noble flocks

Over the watery ocean;

That I might see the sea-monsters,

The greatest of all wonders;

That I might see its ebb and flood

In their career;

That my mystical name might be, I say,

Cul ri Erin;

That contrition might come upon my heart

Upon looking at her;

That I might bewail my evils all,

Though it were difficult to compute them;

That I might bless the Lord

Who conserves all,

Heaven with its countless bright orders,

Land, strand and flood;

That I might search the books all,

That would be good for my soul

At times kneeling to beloved Heaven-

At times psalm singing;

At times contemplating the King of Heaven

Holy the chief;

At times at work without compulsion

This would be delightful.

At times plucking duilisc from the rocks;

At times at fishing;

At times giving food to the poor;

At times in a Carcair

The best advice in the presence of God

To me has been vouchsafed.

The King whose servant I am will not let

Anything deceive me.