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My only religion

That hill that lake

those trees and the birds in them

the winds voice the rains replenishment

the life giving sun and spiritual countenance of the moon

 

a quill of smoke rising

from a glowing windowed cottage

silhouetted against the backdrop of a star brooched sky

this is my parish

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◄ On the ropes of self alienation

Comments

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 5th Nov 2024 13:13

Beautifully put, Tom...see you in church!

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 5th Nov 2024 12:54

The last line pulls all the other words together like a draw-string bag! Wonderful choice of word 'parish'.

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