The Book of Ivan

The Dun Aengus The Lord called me before I was born, from my mother’s womb He pronounced my name. It is He who created me, knit me together in my mother’s womb. Already He knew my soul, my body held no secret from Him when I was being fashioned in secret, moulded in the depths. He searches me and knows my resting and rising, my purpose. All my ways lie open to Him. I am not the one you imagine me to be. From the time I was a boy in the Aran Islands I knew that God was with me there, and it seems that He spoke to me through island, sea, sand and rock and sky. And it seems that the island was listening to me, that He listened to me through the same island. We spoke the same language, dreamed the same dream and yearned with infinite desire for simple unattainable experiences, experiences that would express something of who we are in each other’s presence; who I would become in Him – He being the greater. As with many important things in life I resisted the sea at first. Resistance