Celtic Contemplation

I wrote this poem the other day and thought it may be amusing to some. It is poorly written (the meter is off), but the imagery is interesting. But really in the end, poetry, like beauty, is in the eye of the reader (beholder). [Best read with an Edinburgh accent.]

The Calling
The pipes and the flute
The harps and the lyre
A deep soul stirring
Questions arise from the hearth’s fire.

A song in the glen
A melody from the wren
We journey ever upwards
To where the Heavens kiss the Earth.

The tranquil depths of shrouded mystery
Where our future brushes past incarnate history
The blessed Trinity, dancing through our dreams
Falling, falling, falling, nothing is at is seems.


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A traditional gaelic blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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I wish you peace on this day where the rivers meet the sea and where we have chance circumstances that give us reason to pause. Take it all in and remember that your fears are not as big as you think.

Marcel