On Iona

Sometimes

in
all
the
rush
and
hurry
of
our
lives
we
need
so
much
just
now
and
then
to
find
an

island.

Kenneth C. Steven

grass blown grey

fields of yellow [seas]

sea glass and green stones

hiking the hermit's cell

three dog brothers

matt constantly curled up with a book

the island as therapy

red skin and aloe

ten mile days

please shut the gate

ceilidh and tom

abbey worship

cloistered shadows

gates open to gardens

puffins and echoes in fingal's cave

deb, holly, megan, misty anne, sarah, anna

O God, the journey has been so long.

I've taken every side road along the way.

I've explored all the hidden places.

As your prodigal daughter,

I've felt that I could find the way myself.

Even so, You, as loving parent, were beside me

same when my strength was gone

nurturing me when I was helpless.

And when I was exhausted

floundering

ready to give up.

You touched me with Your grace,

And I felt Your abundant love.

We walked back home together...

hand in hand.

Susan Gregg-Schroeder

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?