Beautiful One [A Tale of the Banded Dotterel] There you are beautiful one, revealed yourself at last, I hear your twips you hidden amidst shells and sand. I waited, you chose to show yourself, you moved, stopped. Walk and stop, It’s just how you walk, feeding along the way. On this sand-whipped spit you breed, come storm, flood and surge. Adept, here you raise your young. O how Crìost shines through you. © Craig A Roberts, 2022
From Waymarks: Pilgrim Journeys. Take a Glimpse Crìost: Scots-Gaelic for Christ
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