Holy Isle - Arran - World Peace Centre
Beneath Arran’s peaks, betwixt olive hills
Nestles Lamlash vale with sea blanket drawn
Upon golden shore lays her ashen head
Basks in sun serene where the clouds are torn
From near Holy Isle where the seagulls sing
Distant trawler groans ‘pon jewelled cobalt sea
Whilst the Soay they lark and the waves roll in
The peace comforts me with its rowdy din
So it comes to be that I question peace
What it means to me ‘midst this holy place
For you see I’ve learned... it’s not heard but felt
So I take with me and no more I’ll waste
As the boat nears shore with my soul renewed
I’ll think on this day, watery greens and blues
As the paint of peace brushes clear my thoughts
My heart swells with love and my soul imbrues
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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