With gratitude
I traveled the holy path
To Iona.
Remembering the ones
Who journeyed here by boat,
Who scraped out lives
From dirt, from sea,
In wind-swept wilderness.
Remembering the ones
Who died in violence,
Who fled for their lives,
Who left this place
For the safety of Ireland.
With gratitude
I traveled the holy path
to Iona.
One of thousands and thousands
Who desire to walk in the footsteps
Of monks and pilgrims,
Of Kings and beggars,
Of tourists and penitents,
Of saints and workers.
All with hungry hearts,
Hungry spirits,
Seeking Love
In this place.
With gratitude.
Find more of my prayers in my book Christ Beside Me, Christ Before Me: Celtic Blessings.
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