When living on a Holy Island that is tidal
You don’t get to choose preferred departure and arrival.
You just have to “go with the flow” as they say
So we left for another journey early this day.
Two hours down to Jarrow to learn about Venerable Bede
An incredible saint (his written words are his deeds).
He wrote down the history of the early English church
and in science and astronomy did incredible research.
Picnic lunch in a park then followed just down the hill
near the monastery of St. Paul’s, where our pilgrimage duty we’d fulfill.
Mr. and Mrs. Jimmy Guy, church wardens were our host for the day,
Some incredible wisdom about Bede they’d convey.
And was it an accident that without even knowing
Billy sat in Bede’s seat? His halo soon should be glowing!
And then appropriately enough for his volunteer
Jimmy chose our musical Madi – ringing the church bells for all to hear.
And a “communion of saints” gathering next at the table:
while we gathered in St. Paul’s, to talk with St. Joseph’s we were able.
Then a bike trip on Bede’s Way was our novel experience
from Jarrow to Monkwearmouth: a formidable distance.
Unfortunately our maps had no accurate scale,
We rode the twelve miles, but couldn’t follow the trail.
Through neighborhoods, parks, and pass brooks we did ride,
Nowhere close to our destination, but still a pilgrim’s joyride.
So when time had run out, and the group all had thirst,
we stopped for some water, and ended this first:
the first bicycle pilgrimage, from St. Paul’s to start,
through beautiful towns and scenery; destination? Wal-Mart!
So we toasted at dinner: the gift of the pilgrimage balance:
sometimes it’s not the destination, it’s about the experience.
We ended our day down at Newcastle-upon-Tyne
A walk on the Millennium Bridge, then on tapas to dine.
A first for our youth, as the Spanish food they put away,
When it started out slow they asked, “where’s the entree?”
But as the free flow of the delicacies did continue,
they seemed to grow comfortable with this culinary venue.
(And a special surprise for Andrew Baker when we sat:
some old friends of his mother stopped by for a chat.)
Most slept on the bus back up Lindisfarne way
completing another full pilgrimage day .