I walked along a Kerry shore
in a raging summer storm.
The wind ripped the soul from me
and I watched it dance free
in the rise and fall of a seething sea…
it scattered with the white foam of the surf
crackled in the grey-black ridges
of the sandy peat and earth…
then in the lull of the constant crushing sound
God-beams pierced the gilt-edged towers of nimbus cloud
changing the sea to liquid gold.
anchored to the place
between the tumult of the sea
and the cliff’s cold but steadfast stone
My heart cried out
“I am home.”