It is not with the sneeze our destiny is,
Nor with the bird on the top of the twig,
Nor with the trunk of a knotty tree.
Nor with an act of humming.
I adore not the voice of birds,
Nor the sneeze, nor a destiny on the earthly world,
Nor a son, nor chance, nor woman;
My Druid is Christ, the son of God.
--Colmcille (St. Columba)
(in The Druids, by Peter Berresford Ellis)