This is my first retreat in Bambi. I’ve come back to Holy Island where I took retreats earlier in my time as Chaplain.

Some say it is a thin place
Where heaven and earth come close to meeting.
For me, that can be any place at all
If you tune into the sense of it.
Flat salt marshes, wavy dunes,
The detritus of the tide and
The light falling as the sun sinks westward.
Above the sound of the east coast main line rushing on
A linnet sings.
Then the Greylag geese fly in,
Calling to each other companionably.

In our life and our believing
The love of God