Celtic Shore

And here it is where we all came from so long ago.  To where we have returned over and over.  Always looking for what we have lost on our journeys away.  Only to find that it was never lost, only forgotten.  Only hidden in the midden of the unnecessaries that we gathered and then threw away.

'Tis good to be back.  To remember that the breath of the divine blew in on these breezes.  Words of wisdom were whispered in this wind.

The sea fed us, cleansed us, keened for our losses and soothed our our spirits in slumber. The sun smiled on our small ways, warmed our hearts and lit our days.

'Tis good to be back. I pray the waves will wash me, laughing in sparkling spray, leaving me standing here with nothing.  Nothing except what I started with. 

Enough, enough . . . Please God, may I remember this time; 'tis enough.

Thanks to The Mag.


Tess Kincaid said...

This is simply beautiful...

Jinksy said...

Only to find that it was never lost, only forgotten.

*smiles*. Thank you.

Truedessa said...

A lovely read!

Theresa Milstein said...

I like the idea of the waves being cleansing.

Susan Lindquist said...

There is such a feeling of 'full circle' here ... gone, returned, and redeemed ... just beautiful!

21 Wits said...

Such sweetness in your words, the beauty of the water over flows!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

A beautiful read - thank you.

Anna :o]

Little Nell said...

A feeling of cleansing, and then coming home at last.

LLM Calling said...

this reminded me of the day we sprinkled my nannas ashes over the Irish sea, mixed memories

Cait O'Connor said...

What a beautiful poem, thank you.

Anonymous said...

Hi, DCW!!

This is so beautiful!! Audrey would have loved this one!!

Hope you're doing well!!

Love, Rosie XOXO :):)

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