The glorious gold-bright sun was after rising on the crests of the great hills, and it was changing colour – green, purple, red, blood-red, white, intense-white, and gold-white like the glory of the God of the elements to the children of men. It was dancing up and down in exultation at the joyous resurrection of the beloved Saviour.
To be thus privileged, a person must ascent to the top of the highest hill before sunrise, and believe that the God who makes the small blade of grass to grow is the same God who make the large, massive sun to move.
Taken from The Sun Dances: Prayers and blessings from the Gaelic, Alexander Carmichael, 1960.
