I Am Said I (Huruma)

The familiar allure Of Eddie Stobart Hauling the night Mid-country Red tail lights Like Christmas In flickering rain The confident probability Of a Chrylser Cruiser Then the dark aloneness Of the open Motorway I remember love Innocent Intent Translucent Young couples  Mutual s elf-giving  Everything Determined To succeed Even destined With the elevated Blessing of the One True Lover Making the journey Worth while And all self-emptying Fruitful

Down the cliff The station house has fallen Fractured fragments On a broken beach The ground where once We stood secure No longer there

We are plunged into the dark Morass of suicidal grief Solemn and soundless The silence of oppressive  Night We cannot breathe There is no rest We gasp and dash about Fretfully seeking  Air and freedom From guilt The endless question As if we could  Have stopped you  Going as you did

Let them take it  Off you,  Your dignity Said the Crucified Like they took it From me Untorn Undergarment Full woven Seamless Nearest to skin And flesh and bone Protective layer Camouflaging Its naked Sensitivity Let us let go Of all that Arriving uncovered In the underlayer Of contemplation Heart and soul Where God communes Intimately With unspeakable tenderness Where seamless integrity True dignity is born And hope springs to life Borne out in every External expression

The old woman pushes Through t he post-Baptismal Mill and murmur Believer and non alike Making more noise Than silence desires She stands the little child In front for me to bless With water  From the Sacred  Font I kneel to the little one Who cannot hear And sadness deepens In my heart Whispering to God Hana She has no ears Hana Masikio Then touch the tender  Flesh  He says Where ears might be This part of her beauty And I obey And we learn Listening to each other With our eyes The girl and I I see and hear serentiy She sees and hears My prayer Blessing me with water From the Sacred Font Touching the damaged Parts of me Pronouncing them Beautiful

Put me down   On the ground The Way that I Must follow Resettle me On my own soil Unspoiled state Of being Place of belonging Before harmony Unravelled Beyond the dawn And being born Unsoiled soil That is no grave But garden where I am Truly myself Our very own Eden I will know You then As I am known I will truly love You As I am loved by You And everyone Will be better off When I am home

MY ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE My ice bucket challenge in memory of the inspiring and brave  Barbara Clavette  & Fr. Michael McCormack sac. Making no nominations but consider supporting water projects of  www.trocaire.ie    or Vita.ie.  We had great fun in Toorkeel with  Evelyn  Monson  and  Harry Monson  with Katie on camera and Laura in tears because she didn't like it which was the response of a number of little children in the course of this campaign. Donation made to MND