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The Man on the Mountain
In the inky winter darkness
A rough track from the lane
Leads upward onto the mountain:
A small glimmer hints at life
and we wonder where we are being led.
Out of the blackness, a dark shape shows in the slight mist
The lights in a window flicker dimly yellow
and the smell of peat smoke drifts down in the still ai...
Saturday 3rd February 2018 1:46 pm
I, Ffynnon Drewi of Mynydd Bach
From the mountain
I pour forth
I give you my waters
to drink
and the many words
of my waters
to hear.
My waters have seen
the gathering
on the hill
above the lake
My waters have heard
the prayers
on the grass bank
My waters have known
the worship
in t...
Friday 29th September 2017 12:24 pm
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