The Holy Island of Caldey Copyright © Victor Weston 2010

Individually inconsequential
Driven by the most powerful tidal surges
Surrounding this quiet haven
Breaking on and washed up on its white beaches
Guided by a “higher power”
Those with such divine consciousness
Find themselves entering a realm of burnished gold
Where reigns the King in Light
And his servant people,
Each rejoicing, gladly
receiving and sharing His favours with all
Everything left behind, everything provided for in abundance
Love (through the cross) conquers all
As the heavenly city is builded in isolation for God alone
His face is shining out as a lighthouse
For the be
nefit of the whole world