|I’ve looked for You always and sometimes have met You –
out by the rocks in Stonewall under sheet-billowing skies and seas of daffodils .
and sometimes I’ve met You in churches while kneeling in old brown pews made smooth by ancient petitioning hands;
or by Cavan lakes on close afternoons, where the silly fish rose, making shivery circles and the swans drifted idly by.
But now, I’m reined in by a microbe and it’s You who comes to meet me.
|published novel ”Silence under a Stone’ and memoir ‘Over My Shoulder’ I’m of Cavan descent!|