Lindisfarne ~Winter Song
who are we as human beings
if we ignore the suffering of others?
At this time, perhaps above all others, we should remember the suffering of those less fortunate than we. Lindisfarne once was the home of a Holy Priory, Saint Cuthbert dwelt there. Spare a penny.
Lindisfarne, The Holy Island, holds an important place in the heart of all Christians from the very North of England.
Please listen with charity in your heart.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Lindisfarne, another Holy place sacked by the heathen Vikings
Songs on Saturday ~ Lindisfarne
the more violent the storm, the quicker it passes
Last night I dreamed of this song from the days of my youth. I’ve chosen it for today because meeting someone on the corner, just as it’s getting dark, is just about the only way on can get to be with a close friend. Lockdown has a lot to answer for.
The acoustic guitar player has just about the coolest facial hair ever, if you like that kind of thing. Reminds me of a certain muppet.
Please listen with a smile.
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Lindisfarne is a magical place
one day I will take you there
Lindisfarne
There is a magical place.
I would like to take you there.
You can go with me, if you like the magic.
The magic believes in you.
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Barefoot Sand
Solitary Spirituality
Barefoot Sand
There is no soft sand
on my black beach
There is no brass band
to walk behind purple banners
They’re long gone
~
Uncaring, grey and cold
my northern sea
Broken, no longer bold
the people on my black beach
Coal dust not sand between my toes
yet I remember Lindisfarne
~
A murder of crows
a ruined abbey
delicate print of her toes
cascading laughter
disappears under the endlessly caressing tide
Lindisfarne ~ the Holy Island
by Jack Collier
JackCollier7 
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