Where is Holiness?
Why is it so rare in your children’s house?
Have they not seen the growing dark?
The blood on the road?
Must we always walk about with Logs in our eyes.
Logs make a poor substitute eye glasses.
For they are meant for houses.
I have seen the folly of the big names.
And the carelessness of the smaller few.
If we point at them, we risk smacking them with Logs of our own eye.
But we can not remain silent.
With fallen logs, Heaven must now direct our eyes.
Perhaps the days of Lindisfarne must be renewed.
Islands of Holiness, a refuge to be renewed.
For the lost, hurt and lonely travelers of this old cold sea.
With a kiss of Holiness, setting apart the church to be renewed.
Could Iona have been so bad?
Sending out its emissaries with the power to change a world.