I am finishing up two books at one time. Here is the ending of Iona, Isle of My Heart:
You can only go so far. No farther can you go. I was called to bear of burdens in life, and, somehow, like the unexpected Scottish weather, I found Iona drifting away from me. That stately, slow, but lowly ferry I watched countless times from my barnacled rock, disappeared from view. One last time I watched it plow over to Fiohnnphort. On its next crossing, it disappeared from view as I boarded it.
All those in-between states, more luminal than Harry Lauder happily Roamin’ in the Gloamin,’ returned as we made our way back. Back to Fiohnnphort, Ross of Mull, back by bus to Craignure, back to Mull on the Mull ferry, back to Oban, where the fishy God awaits.
The prophecy says at the end of the world Iona shall be as it was, that when Ireland and Islay go flooded under, the Isle of Iona shall rise above the waters. We may not see the craft shops, the Martyr’s Bay Restaurant or the St. Columba Hotel, but over the soggy bog, the spirit that list where it will, will be.
The Scottish song poses a sweet question with much longing: ‘Will Ye No Come Back Again?’ I cannot answer that question. I can only ask another. Iona, if I cannot come back again, will you come to me?