Leaving Kilsallagh
where I can always come home
By Marie McGrath DavisPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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We are nestled beneath Croagh Patrick
It’s a grey day, a soft day
The day we start a journey
The day we face the journey’s end.
A cortège of cows and sheep and hedges
Bids you à Dieu.
Croagh Patrick stands, a resolute triangle,
A beacon, a comfort.
Nestled behind the sacred mound,
My memory of you.
With stones and rocks I find
Where once you knelt to dig,
I build the tiniest inukshuk
To remind you of that other place.
And sit with you under
The churning mandala of color
In the Irish sky.
You in the earth you loved,
Amid the trees you left
To mark your life.
They will line my trail back to you.
The stars in the Clew Bay sky
Assure me you’ll be there,
And always have Croagh Patrick
Waiting
To welcome me home.
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Marie McGrath Davis
If I didn't write, I would explode.
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