A Westray Prayer - by
i.m. Mike and Barbara Heasman
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/ Let us now give thanks
/ for these salt-blown
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/ wind-burned pastures
/ where outgrass and timothy
/ shrink from the harrow of the…
i.m. Mike and Barbara Heasman
/
/ Let us now give thanks
/ for these salt-blown
/
/ wind-burned pastures
/ where outgrass and timothy
/ shrink from the harrow of the…
The trees stand knotting their neckties at the well’s mirror,
/ in the deep dark sound of its water.
/ A pale young man…
I walk at the land’s edge,
/ turning in my mind
/ a private predicament.
/ Today the sea is indigo.
/ Thirty years an adult –
/ same mind,…
Now only words in a rhyme,
/ no more than a name
/ on a stone,
/ and that well overgrown –
/ MAR- …
O nobly-born, listen. Now thou art experiencing the Radiance of the Clear Light of Pure Reality.
/ Recognize it. O nobly-born,…
I seem to draw them to me.
/ They come swirling towards me
/ like tugboats
/ in the dusk – every tread unsteady.
/ They set their…
Flinching in my hands
this soiled and studded but good heart,
which stippling my cupped palms, breathes