I am the heart of The Rock,
my hand bone of its shedding.
Tracing the ARTARUS frontiers
Grown before time.
Rock unto man
This sacrament
By whose Plan?

I am the small bird’s hunger
my hand is the heal of his limb.
His trust is the voice of our living.
The sacrament of loving
I share with him.

I am the sounding wave
my hand is the voice of the sea.
It swims with the seal in his laughter.
The sacrament of being
You share with me.

A celebration of the poetry and painting of Ray Howard-Jones.