Following Our Celtic Call

Part of Patty's poem "Contrast": Owen, his last salmon haul sold,
money in his pocket, sits on the back pew
damp, bone-weary, looks at
the candle he lit for his long-dead wife.
He misses her still but in here somehow he
is comforted, filled.

St. Patrick's--respite for a spirit, a filling soul-cake
Wild Atlantic--test for spirit, risk for outer life
The church, resting place for transcendence,
faces
the ocean, life challenging master.
And there's the threshold between them
for Owen to cross.

Kathy's painting, "Transfiguration", of St. Patrick's church on the Wild Atlantic Way, Co. Clare. She writes: "Yes, there it is, the small church. I was standing on the hillside above the church, next to the Caher River, looking west. From that vantage point, the small bell tower comes into focus. It's solid stone shape is filled with the tumbling ocean. In that moment I felt the power of threshold. I felt the ancient dance between stability and movement. I felt the fluid movement of transformation - a bigger view." Next post - Patty's poem that goes with this painting. (Don't forget to like this site!)