Strike
from my heart a running light
Strip
from my rock a single spring
A searching
gift of watered life ––
In
its gentle Celtic splash its trickle in
Deep
desired the long awaited country
Endless
were its in-rayed delights
This
land was hid and hazed with colour
Richly
lined and drowned with shadows
Stooped
and clouded the inward walk
The
finding trail that got one there
The
turning trail that mattered most ––
The
lowering that ever counted
The
under-layered way’s concealed
Where
full and narrow none can follow
There
the centering thrills of life –
The
wind that searched one to the bone
Lit
but dark the star that took one there
The
world we long to enter we resist
The
land of all desire, we despise – for pride
The
all-knowing’s fraught with offence
Pull
down our defences
Take
us further through the veil
Let
those that find your trail here
Dare
to enter in!
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