Inspired by a soul-inspiring weekend in County Donegal. Pictured here is the iconic Mount Errigal, one of the Seven Sisters, whose name in Irish means "oratory" and where I heard the singing of angels.
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.
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