The Path
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- Written May 2015
Bishopscourt to Willett House,
The weeks and months of in between,
With last year's winter crackling underfoot,
Raising this year's hopes in the burst of spring
Shared with the cuckoo, a kindly rogue,
While the gentle robin befriends the path
Made by those who've gone before.
I follow gently, for fear of breaking
The silence of bluebells in the shaded wood,
So only a whisper of the heart
Breathes thanks in the dialogue of prayer
Which echoes back within: I'm here,
Walking the way that's made for you.
May 2015