Love’s Thirst My humanity at its best a dried flower - colours bleached, rooted in torrid earth. And I look upon Kildalton’s Cross, yearn for the river of life wisdom’s love for stranger and neighbour. My thirst for You never quenched. Your Spirit moves, deepens my roots, renews my stalk, bathes the petals of my flesh; Your fragrance transforms my stamens breath. Kildalton Cross a monolithic Celtic cross on the Isle of Islay. In Gaelic this cross is Crios Cill Daltain’. Daltain means little brother or foster brother - a Gaelic poetical name for the beloved disciple John.
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