I was asked to rest in a stable by a friend

And pose for two photographs

This I did without argument

As I usually dislike my likeness recorded

Whilst in the stable the sound of the sea

Almost overwhelmed my thoughts

Even though I was on dry land

It felt as if I was sailing on a mighty ship

As there was a violence beneath the floor

Which was at once mysterious and calm

I knew then that God had again questioned me

About my faith whilst on this pilgrimage