I'r copa

Published on 22 Sep 2018

by Brian McClorry SJ

Up the Great Orme like a snail

climbing Everest with an egg cosy

for comfort – no breath, igam ogam:

 

obey the given trail as tradition,

except by the teeming tea house,

or where side paths are blessed –

 

downhill the church is locked:

outdoor services on the Sundays

that greet the weather well, yet

 

today a little more than halfway up

a sudden wholeness on the hill

 

stays tangible even when it’s gone.

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