Lindisfarne - Iona

Slow rising mist

Enfolding the land

Seawater shifts on a bed of sand

A forest of kelp dances

Beneath its motion

The water moves

With the tides of the ocean

And here we are

We have come this far

To say a prayer

On Lindisfarne

Here in the rock

Bathed in a gentle glow

The golden half-light

Of the setting sun

A shadow of wings

Flying fast and low

Out of my sight

Into the distance gone

And here we are

We have come this far

To say a prayer

On Lindisfarne