The face in the stone is a mirror looking into you.
You have gazed into the moving waters
you have seen the slow light, in the sky
above Lough Inagh; beneath you, streams have flowed,
and rivers of earth have moved beneath your feet,
but you have never looked into the immovability
of stone like this, the way it holds you, gives you
not a way forward but a doorway in, staunches
your need to leave, becomes faithful by going nowhere,
something that wants you to stay here and look back,
be weathered by what comes to you, like the way you too
have travelled from so far away to be here, once reluctant
and now as solid and as here and as willing
to be touched as everything you have found.
when we can’t defend each other, we lose moments….
inquiry for today~ how is it in your world today?
hold the door for you.
I may have never walked
in your shoes,
but I can see your soles
your strength is torn
under the weight of a story
I have never lived before.
Let me hold the door for you.
After all you’ve walked through,
It’s the best I can do.