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.