With prayerful presence to pure possibility,
I walk on for walking is all I know of this life. 

Their voices find me and l find traces
of the life before, ever emerging. Imprints
of emotion found on faces of the Seven Sisters,
feeling written in the clouded skies.

My legs grow heavy and still I walk on,
for I can hear them singing, beckoning. Echoes
of a resounding truth rises from still and ancient deep,
enrapture and fill me, lifting me. 

I do not know their mystery or how
I came to be on the way, lost in time. Flashes
of a forever story, always their oratory,
rise up and raise me up to glory.

For the love of this winding journey, my soul sings.
Smiling, I am ever on the road to Errigal.