It was by coracle that the early Celts made journeys on the sea roads of their time. A coracle is a tiny vessel, yet it is sufficient to carry one soul on a whole voyage. This collection of poems is about voyages, both real and figurative; journeys of many kinds. It is about facing danger and doubt with faith – against all the odds. IONA And God said: Let there be a place made of stone Out off the west of the world, Roughed nine months by gale, Rattled in Atlantic swell. A place that rouses each Easter With soft blessings of flowers And shocks of white shell sand; A place found only sometimes By those who have lost their way.