Seek not peace, yet seek not strife, But be assured that all will be As God has set forth for all destiny. Come not looking for answers smooth To questions of life as yet unused. Live each day knowing that when The time has come for things undone, That all will unfold and all will be told, As those of old have seen and spoken From days long ago. L. Grimley
Beauty is fresh and as lovely
As be the flowers in springtime,
As they wobble their heads gently in the breeze,
As they slowly climb their way to the stars,
For only to see the purple aplomb
Of all the angels ‘round the lilacs fair.
Centered there amongst the stars
Is a d’lightful hand of jubilant giants
Of molded mounds of marigolds,
Sitting round the echoless sounds
Of daisies pleasantly pleased with
Their effortless ease in growing
And being the forefront of things.
As all the flowers perk alike
To the stars that be aglow with light,
Sifting and seeding the sky with love,
And showing all the flowers that be:
Now, yes now comes the time to sing,
As each little flower learns to bring
Its radiance of love to all above,
And to shower about their fragrance fair.
In sharing with nature their heavenly air.
Iona Nunnery is on the Isle of Iona in the Inner Hebrides Islands in Scotland. If you like medieval ruins this one is simply awe-inspiring. Here are some photographs from my visit. I also visited the Iona Abbey, but I will save those for another day.