May you walk into your future
with a flower by your side.
May you step on stones of life
with joy within your shoes.
As a heron stands in the rushing river
may you weave your web with care
Between branches of your tale,
there is mystery round your corner
in the maze that is to come.
As you taste fragrance from the breeze,
may the wisdom in your heart
breathe beyond your deep blue sky
O to be Irish
Wild on wings of a story
Living in the rain
We play on each other’s stages
to music we can’t hear,
sound out an echo
into a strange new background.
We meet each other in the familiar
and miss one another in the weather,
speak in diverse tongues
of pictures we’ll never complete.
We sound alike on the street,
on the top floor of the bus.
At the hairdresser we are all blown dry
and we all shed skin.
That’s where the story ends,
the adventure begins. The day starts
with the mass rising from sleep.
The joints connecting again.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 