Sunset over Holy Island

The lure of silvered shifting sands

With towering rock beyond

Would summon pilgrims then and now

‘Respond! Respond!’

A kestrel winged above my brow

So close I felt her draught

‘Come with me now, she seemed to say

‘Aloft, aloft!’

Sandpipers piercing golden pools

A heron sentinel

Stood silent as the sun wept down

Bereft, bereft

The sky bruised land with crimson kiss

And Lindisfarne looked on

As apricot the clouds proclaimed

‘Be blessed, be blessed!’

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