The Prodigals Follow

Tags: Prodigals, Belturbet Churchyard

Belturbet Churchyard now stands still,
The night-dewed grass and the mossy stone
And the sleeping beast, and the silent bird,
And the seen unseen, and the known, unknown.

Above Manhattan's teeming streets,
Beneath the gray ambitious sky
A brand-new soul has joined the throng
In a bright lit room, with her mother's cry.

Belturbet Churchyard....

One ungainly well-loved hand,
One clumsy clutched hand in hers,
And now five fingers wrap around
The fingers of the one that is.
And what might have been thought for me,
That thought now is in my head,
So the trembling words and the dancing heart
Now race beneath the ocean bed.

Belturbet Churchyard....

Unspoken word and wordless thanks
For thanks can in no words repay
Night's soft closing in, and dawn's
Exuberantly breaking day.
The living moss on the Cavan stone,
And the sod beneath,
And the clouds above
"Vale atque ave!" sing, cry "Farewell and hail," love.

Belturbet churchyard....

The living moss on the Cavan stone,
And the sod beneath,
And the clouds above
"Vale atque ave!" sing, cry "Farewell and hail," love.
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