Waterville Bay

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.

I stood
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.”

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