ReflectionsI have stood atop towering cliffs Overlooked parched landscapes and watched the setting sun. I have seen the White Swan of Brigid And flown with her across desolate lands, and then a hint of green. I have journeyed with The Morrigan, Seen things too painful and terrible to say. I have met The Cailleach And passed through dark ways To meet my ancestors, my past. I have run through hedgerows as vixen, full of joy and fun, I have faced fearful forests and stood before glowering rocks, I have talked with long dead children - playing, watching, waiting…… I have explored spiral stairs, the beauty of stars spread before me To find Arainrhod's Silver Wheel. I have stood on grey, windswept beaches, The terrible power and beauty of nature all around. I have rowed in tiny coracle across the deep, still sea, Full moon above, shining, And have been afraid to dive below, I have sailed to Eriu with Fionn MacCumhaill, Have seen the sun rise above his glorious white hair, Have heard his voice and wisdom.
I have seen the richest halls in Tara And the poverty of hovels On the slopes of Slievenamon. I have faced who I was, I have faced who I am, I have faced who I shall be. Faced the pain, the joy, the tears and the laughter of existence. I am, at last, coming home, to me Caoimhe February 2003 Go to Title Index
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