I waited patiently for the Lord,
he inclined to me and heard my cry,
He drew me up from the desolate pit,
Out of the miry bog,
And set my feet upon a rock making my steps secure
These words from the psalm resonated with me and stayed with me during the day.
|My feet were firmly on the rock as I looked at the sea below|
|Held secure in the rock|
|Clinging to the rock and in the shelter of the rock|
I had also listened to the musical setting of a Celtic blessing in my morning prayers. These words also stayed with me:
May the road rise ever before you,
May the wind be ever at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
|A pool of tranquility - held in the hollow of God's hand|
Eventually I walked as far as the causeway and began the long walk home. The pole marking the pilgrim's way, showed me that I was reaching the end of the journey and reminded me of the need for direction.
|The last pole on the pilgrim's way.|
O taste and see how gracious the Lord is
|The evocative sight and sound of the sea|
I dipped my fingers in the sea and then tasted the salty water. The scale of the North Sea a reminder of the magnitude of God's love. O taste and see.
|Lindisfarne castle from the harbour|
|The fisherman returns home|
|The colours at the end of the day|
|The shadows lengthen|
|Lighten our darkness Lord, we pray|