Crossing the Bay of the Mont Saint Michel, Mont Saint Michel, France (B)

It has been a long trip, walking for hundreds of kilometres. Setting off about a month ago, we have just arrived at the foot of the last obstacle. It is so close and yet, it seems impossible to reach. The high tide covers up the whole shore and I fear greatly for this life-threatening crossing on foot to the sacred island I cannot even distinguish. The mist is hiding the goal of our pilgrimage, one of Christianity’s most important pilgrimage sites of my time, the marvel dedicated to the archangel Michael, the leader of the army of God against the forces of the devil. In this year 1334, I came all this way to pray for the salvation of my soul at the Mont Saint Michel.

Walking along the coast, we notice a fisherman bringing back a splendid salmon he caught at sea with his racket. After a brief talk, he agrees on walking us across the bay, as soon as the water has retreated enough. Taking some strength, while we are waiting, the mist slowly vanishes and at last, I see the holy rock everyone is talking about all across the kingdom. Many have undertaken this dangerous pilgrimage, just as we have, carried by our faith. This vision of the island gives me the last bit of courage I need to reach this abbey, dedicated to the champion of all angels, the one who will weigh my soul to open the kingdom of God for me. There, I will pray to Saint Michael to wash away my sins. ...... (follow the instructions below for accessing the rest of this article).