St John’s Cross near Iona Abbey entrance:
the doorway seen is to a separate chapel.
Palpably a thin place
is this island,
where Heaven’s
breath commingles with
the sky, the
air, the sea.
Constantly the
tides of time
lap into
eternity.
Timelessness
at the flow
and the
present at the ebb,
urging
pilgrims to embrace
an expectation
of Resurrection:
The promise of the High Crosses,
