Irish Poetry
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A Sanctuary in the Stillness: Walking the Triogue, Facing the Chair
From riverbank grace to the dialysis chair, a tiny goldcrest reveals God’s abiding, enduring love. Continue reading
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Rust Remembers
“Look closer. I am made of gaps, Of spaces left unfilled; Like stories spoken half aloud, Like names no stone has held.” Continue reading
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“Past Sheep-Paths Down to Cushendun” — a hymn for the talents
A Celtic hymn bridging Antrim’s wild coast with the call to live out our gifts. Continue reading
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The View from the Platform
The poem contrasts classical musicians’ reliance on sheet music with the spontaneous joy of playing by ear. Continue reading
