Hail, Queen of heaven, the ocean star,
Guide of the wanderer here below,
Thrown on life’s surge, we claim thy care,
Save us from peril and from woe.
Mother of Christ, O Star of the sea
Pray for the wanderer, pray for me.
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I was born into,and brought up in, the Catholic faith . I didn’t have any say in the matter , it was what I was born into. My childhood was littered with Hail Marys and novenas ; Holy Days of Obligation ; Holy water, and Holy cards .
May was The Month Of Mary. Cue : Processions , votive lights , apple blossom and plaster statues of the Blessed Virgin.
And lots of hyms about Mary , in her many and varied guises , a Mary for all seasons. Our Lady of Lourdes , Our Lady of Ransom, Our Lady Queen of the Ocean , Our Lady Star of the Sea.
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I’ve just come back from Llangrannog in West Wales. Early one evening , I went out to sea on a fishing boat.
Later, I took some photographs. This is one of them .
It was taken at around 7.30pm.
It is of the silver sea , in Cardigan Bay , as light is falling. The sea became silver, the silver sea. The sea became ancient, the ancient sea. The sea held secrets , the sea knew. The sad sea was issuing warnings, but we both knew that the warnings would be too late .
Since I returned home I cannot stop thinking about the sea .
Every morning I wake up and my head is full of Cwmtydu Bay, the waves break against my rock ears and there are bewhiskered seals pop-bobbing in the surf.
I am land locked, stranded on dry land. I am running back to Cardigan Bay . All the way down to the sea , all the way there , from here, if need be.
Since I got back here, here , is not enough.
I think that I want to move.