“An Irish heart is inspiring Art”
A poem about Ireland, by the people of Ireland, wherever they are in the world.
An Irish heart is inspiring art,
Calling home wakening ghosts….
On a misty morning, the ships sailed in
Gathering memories, gathering friends,
Like the air of a tune you know by ear,
The gathering of spirit from near and wide,
Gifting me music, flooding my veins,
Druid friendship oft-times Skypeship,
Home again, known again,
A whisper in the Atlantic wind….
Which Celtic line am I from?
Where is the source?
The small walled fields, the gathering hearts
Draw soul and song through time,
Invisible ties of love,
Gathering the scattering in oneness, though apart….
As poets depart for distant shores
we mourn the loss of words unwritten
To spread the whispers of ancient olds,
A people of difference
Extending the miles to retract generations,
I take a thread and pass it through
Rivers, mountains, heather and rocky coastlines,
Through many forms….
A yellow flower and stone fence nuzzling memory
As the wanderers gather
From places far flung,
Embracing all the isle…
So let the piper play and harpist’s fingers dance!
Celebrate with music and with tales
Of great love, of life and death,
Of the ones who were sore to leave Ireland’s shore
Give me the Liberties where I was raised,
And Kevin Street library for books so serene,
5,000 miles from my house to my home….
Gather now with those returning,
Breathing in a thousand years of soil and sea;
Magheroarty,Meenlaragh, Gortahork and Gweedore,
Skimming westward down the sacred mountain,
Each threads together our diaspora,
Across Shorelines, beyond boundaries,
peat bog, salmon race, love sown in my soul,
Riding the tide, Western Skies,
towards my home,
Meet me there, the place that knows,
where the grass meets the sea,
Raining grace across the generations,
The dead urge us on,
Irish hearts are inspiring Art,
A gathering: a global orchestra
by the Irish worldwide