Better Dream Me In Ireland


When He is silent, absent, and
I am all but pulled under
by Manhattan's waves and waves
of new tabloid violence,
or here and now,
blown bone dry by
Texas' summer winds...
better dream me in Ireland.
Willingly I'll half admit
that land does not exist
for the Irish.
At the same time, I saw -
I swear - Him soak and
lavish His most visible love
in city after city, on yes,
every blade of grass,
each stone of each stone fence,
all over fields of sheep,
marked or free; He rose there,
before me, behind me,
beside me, within me.
Even the camera caught me
in the North, frozen like a
stamped pattern of Escher's birds
nestled in the geometry
of the Giant's Causeway,
perched alert to His coming again
over the sea.
William Hart McNichols 1990





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