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Now here I write in rock-like safe Iona,
I expiate my sins and will for all eternity.
Yet,God forgive me, I cannot but remember
Even sometimes when kneeling with the Brothers
That woman's snowy breast and waterfalling hair.
Deliver me from lechery, O Lord... deliver me.'
Dear Christ,hear Brother Stephen's prayer.

Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise Him!

Robert Greacen

^{Robert Greacen
(poem written June 1977)}