Our Call
Sacred Space
sacred space
(Kaats Strand Wexford)
The tall tree canopies
Point to the eyes of heaven
The magic smell of the mould
And rotten leaves
Spread their fragrance
All around
The clear skies
Are punctured
By busy crows
Crawing their way
Furiously building their nests
Choral chanting
Fills the skies
As the crows create
Their sacred space
Waiting for
Impending life
To emerge
(From: “Angels of God Come to Meet Her” By Sr Carmel Kehoe SSJG, p.123. Used with permission. Image Courtesy of Kim Daniel. Unsplash. Used with permission)