HALLOWED GROUND

Sitting under the rowan tree
I know this place is hallowed
I hear feet walking,
Bells tolling,
Souls weeping
People chattering
Laughing
Sighing
I hear steps that are light
Steps that are heavy
Steps that are gay
Steps laden with sorrow,
I sit in the dark
I sit in the light
With the sun, the moon, the stars,
In the rain
In the heat
In the wind
My soul aching, laughing, singing, sighing, striving,
With those who have gone before,
And somehow all is sacred,
All is held in the seamless robe of time become eternity,
And I know
Without a doubt
That this place is hallowed
I sit on hallowed ground

SOON

Soon
The grey will give way
To the Bright Morning Star
And once again
This olden path
Will sing to the music of the wise
Who know where true joy is to be found
And once again
The bells will ring
And those who have ears to hear will hear