Iona Abbey and Cross
Wishing all the friendly followers of this blog a very Happy and Blessed Easter, whatever your faith or beliefs. I took the above black and white photo at Iona many years ago but I still like the starkness.
Thought you might like the following 9th century medieval poem from my favourite book of Medieval Latin Lyrics, translated from the original Latin (not by me!). It's such a lovely picture of nature too at this time of year.
Easter Sunday by Sedulius Scottus
Last night did Christ the Sun rise from the dark,
The mystic harvest of the fields of God,
And now the little wandering tribes of bees
Are brawling in the scarlet flowers abroad.
The winds are soft with birdsong; all night long
Darkling the nightingale her descant told,
And now inside church doors the happy folk
The Alleluia chant a hundredfold.
O father of thy folk, be thine by right
The Easter joy, the threshold of the light.