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