KEY THREE
(St. Brendan’s Chapel, Barra)
Nowhere nearer
The Isles of the Blest,
The dead gather together,
Warrior and child.
Coaxed by a hand of hills
The land launched
Into silver sunset ocean.
Go on, you can do it.
It will be alright,
Wonders await you…
The voyage into mystery
Stepping stones to heaven.
Eternal islands,
Eternal seas.
—
simonhlilly 
This poem Simon, prompted a door to open for me. Many blessings!
Jana
They are always there, we just have to look with a resonant eye! Thanks!
Ah, “coaxed by a hand of hills”…that’s lovely…I’ll take that with me.
Taa!