St. Christopher

Hail Brave hearts

The seas are rising and the crossing is dangerous. The water swells and ripples. The current is too strong and the rapids are too long, the danger of the crossing is too great for our skills. Save us! Or we shall perish. Be the strong and be the mighty, be the back that we can cling to, be our arms that plow the water, be our legs that withstand the current. Be our strength, be our courage, be our transport across the torrent. Hail to you, oh great Saint Christopher, patron saint of the traveler.

We are weary, tired and weak, you are the strong, give us your hand. You are strong, powerful and mighty, we are small, weak and puny. Help us with your bravery and the powerful strength of your body. Lucky are we to meet your acquaintance, the sight of such an enormous man. Courage and kindness to help these strangers, who are so desolate that they need his hand.

The crossing is difficult, the child is too heavy, all of the weight of the world on his back. This is the Christ Child the Redeemer of history, the merciful, the wondrous child. A small load, but so heavy, he carries our weighty sins. I am small but you are mighty, St Christopher, carry me.

Carry me across the turbulent oceans, carry me across the perilous land, carry me across the arid desert, deliver me home, by your strong hands. St Christopher we plead to you, save us, by your mighty strength. We are the travelers who need your company, your support, your superiority. we are the travelers who will perish without your generosity. Hail, St, Christopher save us! We know you can.

For centuries you have saved us, with your mighty, muscular build. Save us always, oh great and mighty one, our adventures are still perilous. Take us across the swelling ocean, take us to our home in this brave new land. Save us in our journey, as we cross the turbulent sea, save us in our travel to this new country. You are the mighty, you are the strong, we are the week who depend upon you. Support us in the grand adventure, carry us across the seas. Stay with us while we explore this wild, untamed new land.

Hail to you oh St, Christopher, we raise your medal high. You have been so much to us, and to you, we are meerly passersby.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes



English: A map showing the location of the Nor...

English: A map showing the location of the Norwegian Sea in the North Atlantic Ocean with Irminger Sea Magyar: Térképvázlat a Norvég-tengerről és környezetéről (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The world awaits the dawning of the age of discovery.  Any age. Any time.  Brilliant mankind who’s inspiration is boundless, whose pursuits are limitless, whose energy is constant.  The imagination, the intelligence, the inspiration, the courage.  Nothing surpasses brilliant humankind.

The age of discovery presents itself in the unchartered waters of the North Atlantic Ocean.  Seafarers in worthy, well constructed craft voyaged for adventure, to discover, to appease their Gods of plenty.  Nothing is too great for this stalwart human, no challenge will beat them, no obstruction will stop them, only miracles and salvation will present themselves, only their lives of bold dignity will last.

Brilliant mankind, oh stalwart being, so bold and daring.  The Gods demand your might and dutiful acceptance of onward, northward passage.  To new lands, oh dauntless human, to new conquest, new soil, new discovery.  Oh, the immense mind of the mortal man, with so much daring.  To set sail for life unknown, to travel to destinations unpredicted.  To travel, travel, travel, to where?  Where do you go?  Oh, awesome human?  Where does your craft take you?

By fortunate miracles the landmass becomes visable.  Hail, mankind for a safe landing, for the discovery of an island so remote in the North Atlantic.  Brilliant mankind for the colonization of a land so remote.  This mighty island of glaciers and geothermal activity.  Even in those ancient days of yore, still to call it Iceland.  The land of unconquered beauty, with  no lasting settlement  there, only, perhaps the dutiful monks of Celtic origin, from Ireland, on seasonal migration.   To dare to be the inhabitant, the adventurer, the colonialist.  The  inspired mind of a willful, bold and courageous mind whose challenge on the planet, was to discover.

Hail, you mighty Norse man from the Scandinavian lands, who also took the British with you on your grand voyages of worldly conquest.  This proves the might of a seafaring nation.  The conquest of the North was yours.  The hundreds of  years of seafaring discovery, of travels in the far northerly reaches of the planet.  This was the home to the Viking.  The seas were plenty, the harvest was abundant, the skills were superior,  the trade was grand.

The life of the courageous conquerer, the adventurer.  To set sail with the inhabitants of a new land, to create a colony of humans which far surpasses the might and will of average.  The dauntless human, who goes where no one else has gone before.

Iceland.  Appropriately named for the great land mass that it is.   Iceland!  With glaciers and snow mass.  This wonderfully beautiful place.  This awesome grandeur of ice and snow.  The wild land, still abundant with life and plenty.

Hail, you almighty, ancient human.  You bold and daring, courageous human.  For life everlasting.  To live, only for this day, for this day and only for this day, always.

written by: Dr, Louise Hayes

June 2, 2013