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THE STARLINGS HAVE GATHERED

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  The starlings have gathered In their brownie black Flying in triumph There and back They screen the sun Like salty sand Thrown like grains from an open hand And maybe Or maybe not This is my lot To sit and dream upon my back Watching the starlings in brownie black

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I heard a blackbird singing after rain

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  I heard a blackbird singing after rain Telling me there is no love without pain Leaves blooming in admiration Listening to this singing sensation I could bring you snowdrops But their time has passed I will give you roses             Which carry only joy not sorrow And our love is now And tomorrow And tomorrow.

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        I HAVE A GIFT OF ONE   I have a gift of one To be alone with  sounds Trees lassoing tides A bag drumming in a hedge A crow mimicking a jackdaw A thrush learning a new tune  A stair lazing on the bridge One with the Being of One Alone in the multiples… Continue reading

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A Robin sang for me this morning Among branches hidden by leaves I did not search for the singing bird For searching quenches the quiet mind And I could disturb the rapture of its song I did not wonder how the voice came to be Or the years that perfected the bird Or think of… Continue reading

APPEARANCE OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN IN THE FAIRY FLAX
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APPEARANCE OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN IN THE FAIRY FLAX

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After their First Holy Communion My sister Jo and her friend Ronnie Maloney Knelt in the Fairy Flax and prayed to Our Lady She was in a bush Ronnie pleaded with the vision -Please appear Our Lady Jo thought she was saying Please disappear One was calling the Virgin to appear The other was calling… Continue reading APPEARANCE OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN IN THE FAIRY FLAX

I WALK THE CANAL
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I WALK THE CANAL

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I walk the canal, Teasing a problem: Was it He who is? Or He who will be? A duck Crosses the water, Then vanishes: A pheasants hoarseness Invades my senses: Fierce swans Protect their young: I know chaos, But the tingle Of delicate leaves Imbue my life With pure joy  

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I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARD

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I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARDTHIS  SUMMERS DAY IN AUGUST THE TWELFT OF AUGUST I WAS THINKING OF NOTHING  CLEARING MY CLUTTERED MIND  I LISTEN TO A ROBIN SINGING HIDING ITS WINGS IN A BRANCH OVERHEAD  A PIGEON CLAPS ITS WINGS  IN APPRECIATION  I LIFT MYSELF  SAY A PRAYER THEN STROLL BACK TO MY FIGURES… Continue reading I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARD

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MY STEPFATHER’S MANTRA

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TIP YOUR HAT TO A DOCTOR AND A PRIEST IGNORE THE REST THE DOCTOR WILL BRING YOU TO HEALTH THE PRIEST WILL BRING YOU TO HEAVEN