In Glencolmcille, at sunset, I stand

at the open mouth of the sea and give

my whole life, willingly.

Witness to the great return of a gentle tide,

I am surrendered whole, consumed

and born into an infinte grace—one

with the rugged beauty that rises

from the unseen world. 

Here, at the edge of all things, my life

is swept up by a sudden wind. I stand breathless,

looking up with the eyes of a lover, both at home

and ever on the way to all that remains of this day 

and all those yet to come.