I walk among the headstones

Church bell ringing

A pigeon cooing

A robin spreading incense

A buttercup among the thistles

And I know

That as I go

There is no one but myself

Here to hear my foot falling

And my soul is ready

Always ready.

I fill my poems

With the rythem of the river

The music of the Eternal Giver

I can stand long and long

Watching a blackbird coaxing a thrush

Into song

 

 

I watch the leaves dance

I feel the breeze

I watch a child pick up an empty box

I feel the future  

I watch a young girl help an old lady

I feel love

I watch a canal bell open

I feel the sun

I look into the night sky

I know God

 

 

I was seven years of age the first time

I went to Finbar Murphy Murphys house

In my mothers home place

In County Clare

Large glass bulbs of all colours

Used  to hold fish nets at sea

Hung from the ceiling

 

Finbar took down a flute

And played a Clare Reel

The Clare sound sent amazing rythems through my mind

My shoes move to dance

It was a Clare house and a Clare tune

A magical moment

In the heart of my being

That is still there.

 

THESE ARE THE WOODS I WALK DOWN

THESE ARE THE TREES I LOVE

THIS IS MY GUIDE

TO GOD ABOVE

IT IS ONLY

WHEN I DONT SEEM TO WANT IT

I GET IT