Soul  self  Come what may   leave comfort-room to
room in while there is still sky and fresh air
to breathe  Draw light out of the deep darkness
Draw peace and joy out of the rolling hills
out of the song of sparrows  out of the
Wicklow mountains where cool crystal streams run
into rivers that flow down to the sea
No more grope around for a smile  a warm
word or a charitable kiss  Before
times unforeseen close in   let me loll in
the leisure of love’s good fortune  Be no
more jaded or wrung out  poor Jackself by
life’s sweet sorrows  When I was a child I
wept like a child
                    For pity’s sake  enough!

John Lyons