This is a poem I wrote while I was on retreat in Glendalough last November. I was inspired (God-breathed) while walking alone in the late-night darkness by the light of the moon. The silhouettes of the ancient buildings and the calming babble of the river were soothing. Here's the first time 'Eternal Echoes' has been made public:
Water's placid face,
Wind's restless breath,
Moonlight's silver
on grey and black.
Clear night's heaven
beaming light specks,
bright autumn day's bliss -
Still and quiet I reminisce . . .
Ancient stones tell tales
of Passion's pure flame
lingering still in pilgrim paths:
His name, echoing in these hills,
. . echoing around these walls,
. . echoing in my soul
in the valley of two lakes.
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