There was still no wind, but what little was behind us as we drifted back down the western side of the Isle of Bute. And over the sea to Androssen. We were utterly becalmed with not a cloud in the sky. I plunged into the cold sea and easily kept up with the boat.

It was the feast of the Assumption, although there was no question of going to mass. I did, however, read the Magnificat, propped up on the fore deck.

The glorious poem of humility and acceptance seemed to chime with the moment.

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord,
my spirit exults in God my savior!
He has looked upon his servant in her lowliness,
and people forever will call me blessed.

I found this wonderful poem for sailing by Walt Whitman (1819-92)

Take Ship, my soul
Joyous launch out on trackless seas
Fearless for unknown shores to sail
Chanting a song pleasant of exploration
Away, brave souls!
Farther and farther to sail!
O daring joy, but safe
Are they not all the seas of God
O fairer, fairer soul.