Features poems inspired by the Celtic Christian world and the islands of the Hebrides. This work recreates early Celtic days in Ireland and in western Scotland. It includes poetry concerned with the finding of God's presence in our lives amidst the ordinary, and is about moments of transformation and the finding of faith amid our human struggle.

FRILSHAM We go to break bread and drink wine In the early March sunlight of morning. A church so old its walls might once have grown Like strange stone roots up from the ground itself. The story is a woman fled here once, so long ago Her life is thin as parchment, was whispered down – A few frail fragments from daughter to daughter. She found water in the earth, a pure source That gave healing. The water sang out of deep earth – A living thing, full of the mystery of God. Eight souls go to the communion rail, Slow and old and grey. Light falls in a golden cup: Blesses their heads where they kneel. I go outside, into the day where the yellow daffodils are breaking In a jostling of young and yellow heads And I hear it, I hear it clearly – The bright chink, the jewellery, of spring water