This is more or less a work in progress, but today is St. Moluag’s feast, and I couldn’t resist.
13th century, artist unknown
Tempera on board
He stands in his thick brown robe
before the church that bears his name.
The sky behind is gray with rain,
earth around all unflowered.
In triumph, he holds up his severed thumb.
Move fourteen hundred years along—
Isle of Lewis, the sky still full of gale.
A dozen people trail into the stony church.
We have stood the gales a thousand years,
light in the darkness, singing in the wind.
They comfort the stranger,
laugh at the storm:
We will stand on until the end.
For more about the church: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teampall_Mholuaidh
For more about St. Moluag: http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/adversaries/bios/scot_pict/moluag.html