The Celtic Cross Poem by Yolanda Erickson

The Celtic Cross
by
Mitch Macnab


In windswept Old Scotia, The Word binna lost,
How Jesus is Saviour, our penalty paid.
Tho three hundred years from the Old Rugged Cross,
Apostles as Ringan cudna hae been stayed.

Was sung there by Ninian, to all Southern Picts.
Baptizing and teaching the Cross to the Celts,
The message was carried in Scots Gaelic fix.
From Candida Casa to Grampian Hills.

Four hundred years later Mac Erc was Prince Royal.
He crossed the North Channel. Soon he be foundin
The Kingdom Argyll - old Dalrah's eastern gael -
The land of Dalriada, the Highlands Cambrian.

In Argyll, King Aidan, five hundred A.D.,
Was given his freedom, a Columban matrix.
All Caledonia heard of King Brude's faith-filled creed.
Iona's Columba converted the Picts.

Columcille's upraised arm exceeding his goal,
He talked to the Monster that lived in the Loch
And transcribed the Psalms, quite fulfilled in his role.
The stone cross of I beis a call to his walk.

The Celts of Old Scotia continue the call:
Mac Alpine, Queen Mary and all Galloway.
In windswept New Scotland, casehardened stand tall.
Apostles as Ringan canna lose today.