The Chosen One, Eilean Idhe Poem by Granville Holt

Much as Mary, when first she heard the Saint,
When Columba's weary foot touched fair Iona
And kissed the sand, and breathed the air,
So thankful his journey across the sea did end,
With pious prayer of humility
Let tears of joy give grace
To scared Calvary…

'O my soul, to Thee I pledge all good and life,
Thou, my long sought Nazarene in toil,
With love of thy true way and work
Thou art my Temple thus I vow
Through sunshine and storm on earth
I will thy will be done
In me to do thy worth.'

'On wings of Doves ye lead me come
And place my bones upon this soil
In tender Psalm ye calm my faith
Thereby am I with song to thee
A servant who in thee do rest
For such unto this tiny Isle
Ye prove thy worship blest.'

One thousand four hundred and fifty years ago
By divine hand he came with Hope to build,
Stone Abbey where the Holy Book be taught,
So precious be thy light and cross,
Ever shall this sod give thanks to thee,
In spirit he hast pleased the Lord
With noble task and sanctity….