The Saints of Lindisfarne

On the rocky shore of a Northern Isle,

I huddle round glowing embers

while the wind caresses me,

whispering echoes of a Celtic prayer –

the voices of Aidan and Cuthbert.

Yearning sighs of tide,

the great North Sea ebbs and flows

over timeworn pebbles,

blending with strains of sacred devotion

in a chorus of ancient praise.

Fire blazing and crackling,

hurling flaming sparks into the night sky

while warmth embraces me

in the love of those hallowed saints.


Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit

Matthew 28:19 New International Version

Our Father, thank you for the early saints who left behind a precious and inspiring heritage. Most of all, thank you that, by the power of your Holy Spirit, the Gospel of Christ was spread by the words and testimony of Jesus’s first followers and is being made known to all the nations in the world. May not one of your lambs be lost.

In Jesus Name, Amen.

6 thoughts on “The Saints of Lindisfarne

    1. Thanks so much, Tina. I enjoy poetry, but it demands hard work and I’m too lazy for that … so you won’t see a great deal from me. πŸ˜‚

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