West Coast of Spiritual Iona. No more land on the horizon for over 3,000 miles. The Bay at the Back of the Ocean.
Poem.
Island on the edge of the world.
Iona…… amazing jewel in the vast, azure, Atlantic.
Last land for 3,500 miles.
And so it appears.
If the world was flat,
and had a precipitous edge,
it would probably be not far from here.
As far west as the Scilly Isles
and even further west than the Ardnamurchan Peninsula.
Its special qualities are tangible.
Pure.
Beautiful.
Unspoiled.
A magical rock set in a silver sea.
A meeting place between Heaven and Earth.
West Coast of Spiritual Iona. No more land on the horizon for over 3,000 miles. The Bay at the Back of the Ocean.
Poem.
Island on the edge of the world.
Iona…… amazing jewel in the vast, azure, Atlantic.
Last land for 3,500 miles.
And so it appears.
If the world was flat,
and had a precipitous edge,
it would probably be not far from here.
As far west as the Scilly Isles
and even further west than the Ardnamurchan Peninsula.
Its special qualities are tangible.
Pure.
Beautiful.
Unspoiled.
A magical rock set in a silver sea.
A meeting place between Heaven and Earth.